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TOWER LIGHT 



Contents 



THE CREDO OF AN AMERICAN 1 

FOR THE FRESHMEN 3 

A PLEA 3 

WHO'S BUGS? 4 

PHOTOGRAPHY LABORATORY 4 

THEOREM 1941 5 

HELPFUL HENRY 6 

POETRY 7 

LIFE'S LITTLE TRAGEDIES 8 

I DON'T LIKE 9 

FACULTY ADDITIONS 10 

EDITORIALS 11 

IN OUR MAILBOX 12 

THE STUDENT COUNCIL 14 

JUST CHATTER 15 

A LETTER 16 

HAVE YOU MET 17 

SO WHAT 18 

"WHATCHA KNOW, JOE?" 19 

ELEVEN MEN AND A BALL 20 

ADVERTISEMENTS 21-24 




THE TOWER LIGHT 
is published monthly — 
October through June — 
by Students of State Teach- 
ers College at Towson, Md. 

$1.50 PER YEAR 
20 CENTS PER COPY 



For The Freshmen 

John McCauley 

SOMEONE HAS said, "A college education is the only 
thing a man pays for and hopes he doesn't get." This 
ironic paradox is, to an appreciable extent, true. Though 
the prime effort of college is to provide an atmosphere 
for conscientious study, the search for truth and wisdom 
constitutes little, if any, of the average freshman's pur- 
pose in assigning four years of his life to college. For the 
first time, many of you must assume full responsibility 
for planning your hours of study, social affairs, and pleas- 
ure. It is your prerogative either to become lost in a pan- 
demonium of interests or to select and integrate these in- 
terests for the specific and most important purpose of 
learning, that you may better serve and, perhaps, lead 
mankind. 

College courses are planned on the basis of the abili- 
ties of the average student. As a result, there is an almost 
universal tendency among those of above average mental 
capacity to sink into mild cancerous ataraxia. College may 
not present the proper challenge to you, and you may be 
able to pass comfortably with a minimum of effort. How- 
ever, if you are to check mental degeneration, you must 
employ your ability in pushing on beyond the appointed 
frontiers of study. 

Some students who, on the other hand, are in college 
only through the clemency of probation, assume a frus- 
trated attitude from the start. They are somewhat uncon- 
sciously afraid to attempt a higher degree of scholarship 
than they displayed in high school. Well, the future is 
what you make of it, and now is the time to begin. What 
you lack in mental deftness you may obtain through ear- 
nest, concentrated study. 

You are entering a new life and preparing for a profes- 
sion which presents endless opportunities for happiness 
and satisfaction in humbly serving your fellow man. 
Yours is the call to mold the character and stimulate the 
reasoning of future generations. The challenge is yours to 
employ both your inherent capacities and the facilities of 
this college for the highest betterment of yourself, your 
alma mater, and your chosen profession. 



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M. Alma McAvoy 

Let us not be too emotion- 
ally upset by the crisis our 
world faces. Let us not, above 
all, lose our perspective. Let 
us not be too prone to follow 
what this one or that one 
righteously calls our "Duty." 
Stop, and ask yourself first 
what duty means, what it 
implies, what its special 
meaning is for you. Then 
act accordingly. Let us listen 
with tolerance to suggestions 
from our leaders but let us 
not be swayed easily. Let us 
arrive at conclusions after in- 
telligent discussion and, no 
matter which way the tide 
seems to be going, let them 
honestly be our own conclu- 
sions. Let us school ourselves 
to face issues without pre- 
conceived prejudices, but let 
us be wise enough to discern 
between the irrelevant and 
the relevant. We, as teacher, 
must do these things if the 
world of the next generation 
is to have any semblance of 
sanity. 



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A Study of the Psychological Factors 
Involved in the Activities of the 
Gray Matter of a Student Teacher 



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IT IS THE notorious and generally accepted fact that 
the student teacher is the one unit of living phenomena 
which exhibits the most resistance to rain, hunger, fall- 
ing arches, and sleep. She is the veritable dynamo who 
turns the wheels of education by day (provided she has 
oiled them the night before). 

In a study made by those two psycholonuts. Doctors 
Dingbat and Defunct, the primary objective was to an- 
alyze this freak of nature in order to ascertain what made 
her tick (or Hie!). 

Two classes of these erratics were chosen at random 
through selective service. They were put into two 
groups, each essentially equivalent to the other in the 
number of dental fillings, the length of the shoe laces 
and the size of the feet. 

In order to test each person's ingenuity one group 
were strapped in the desks of a darkroom and allowed 
perfect freedom to do what they wanted. The other (the 
controlled group) at ten-minute intervals were made 
to run around the track in galoshes, take showers, and 
volley over the net fifteen times. The primary object of 
this course of study for the latter was to provide them 
with content for a health lesson. 

After the two groups followed the prescribed courses 
ior two weeks, they were given psychological tests to 
determine their ability to write lesson plans at sixteen- 
hour stretches. The controlled group were allowed to 
answer the questions in printed form with one restric- 
tion. They could not write. The other group had com- 
plete freedom in writing the answers since they were 
provided with unfilled fountain pens. 

After the experiment was over. Doctors Dingbat and 
Defunct published the results. 

They found the species "Studentus Teacherus" whol- 
ly unexterminable. In addition they made the very de- 
pressing statement that epidemics of them would con- 
tinue to inhabit the earth acompanied by even a stranger 
phenomena — some sort of thing called "supervisor." 



PHOTOGRAPHY 
LABORATORY 



CoMPTON Crook 



FOR THE past two years there has been an increasing 
interest in and demand for darkroom facilities at the 
college. Many students have cameras. Some few already 
do film developing and print-finishing at home. Others 
have expressed a desire to learn. So we are glad to an- 
nounce that this year we have a place for you to work. 

The photography laboratory will not be operated in 
direct connection with any science class. It is, primarily, 
a workroom for any student who wishes to use it. Blue 
printing and other work with light-sensitive papers may 
be done, as well as photographic developing and 
printing. 

The laboratory will be equipped simply; that is, it 
will possess no enlarger, developing tank or other ap- 
paratus of that kind. As yet, there is no need for any. 
But there will be safelights, developing trays, ferrotype 
plates and rollers, and some simple devices for washing 
prints and drying negatives. An adequate beginning sup- 
ply of chemicals for developing and printing will be 
stocked, as well as an assortment of printing papers. 

It should be understood that the laboratory cannot 
provide chemicals or paper without cost to the worker. 
But it will be arranged so that the bookstore will stock a 
supply of these. Small amounts may then be bought as 
needed. Thus anyone can make duplicate prints of 
favorite negatives, or experiment with odd or artistic- 
ally shaped masks and the like more cheaply than the 
work could be done commercially. Costs, however, had 
best be studied by those interested. 

A few pamphlets and books on developing and print- 
ing will be placed in the laboratory and may be bor- 
rowed. There are other references in the library. I plan 
to schedule a small amount of time each week, when I 
will be available in the darkroom to give help or advice. 

In order to have a record of the use made of the dark- 
room, a register will be kept there. All users will be asked 
to sign, and to record the sort of work done. In the hall 
near the laboratory a section of bulletin board will be 
reserved for clippings concerning photography, fine 
commercial pictures, and displays of snapshots by stu- 
dents. Use and contribute to the bulletin board when- 
ever you wish. 

I write this merely as an announcement that we have 
a darkroom. Any of our science instructors can give 
further information. 

TOWER LIGHT 



THEOREM 1941 

THE SUM of the exterior angles of the summer lives of college professors is equal to the following: 



Statements 

1. Miss Woodward screened the porch of her sum- 
mer home. 

2. Dr. Anita Dowell taught at the University of 
Florida. Dr. Dowell attended the Pi Lambda Theta 
Fraternity convention, held at Excelsior Springs, 
Mo. 

3. Dr. Crabtree advised graduate students at the Uni- 
versity' of Florida. 

4. Mr. Moser delightfully spent the summer working 
simple equations and other relatively easy mathe- 
matical problems. 

5. Dr. Foster Dowell** 

6. Miss Joslin motored to California, northward to 
Oregon, and back to Baltimore. 

7. Miss Roach studied at New York University and 
promises exciting summer vacations to come for 
future Tower Light reporters. 

8. Mr. Minnegan had charge of the field program for 
children at Sherwood Forest where he was labeled 
the "moving genius of all the prize doings." 

9. Miss Weyforth; "I travelled to California bv train. 
I brought back a cactus garden from Romona's 
Marriage Place in San Diego, Cal. San Diego is 
my idea of heaven. The climate there is excellent 
for rheumatism." 

10. Miss Yoder and Miss Brown were also travellers of 
the West. 

11. Mrs. Stapleton took a course in Portrait Painting 
at Maryland Institute. 



12. Mr. Millar did research work on ballads, etc., in 
Cambridge and "ran up" the mountains during 
his spare time. 

13. Dr. Walther was on the summer staff of the Johns 
Hopkins University. 



Reasons 

1. Maine mosquitoes were prolific during the sum- 
mer of 1941. 



4. For plain unadulterated fun for both incoming 
Sophomores and Juniors. 

5. Dr. Foster Dowell** 



7. ? ? ? (Tower Light reporters look forward.) 



8. Just Mr. Minnegan, himself. 



9. Unproven. 



11. To paint a portrait of some individual, the identit^' 
of whom the T. L. reporter must not make known. 
See Mrs. Stapleton for fuller details and — results. 

12. For sheer love of hard work. 



1 3. Just Dr. Walther, himself. 



**Note: When the Tower Light reporter approached Dr. Foster Dowell \\ithout pen and paper, 
he remarked, "You can't remember what I will sav in YOUR head." — Tower Light reporters 
always oblige. 

OCTOBER • 1941 



Helpful Henry 



Henry Pembrooke, Esouire 



IN SCANNING the new Student Handbooks one be- 
comes aware of a crying need for enlightenment along 
various lines. And, here is an opportunity for an^ ex- 
perienced weather-beaten mind to run rampant in a 
fine analysis — a piecemeal dissection. With the Senior 
Dance bearing down upon us, take, for example, that 
section labelled "Social Standards for College Dances." 

Now, anyone knows that the main feature of a formal 
dance is not the band or the decorations or the punch 
but the receiving line. The handbook definitely empha- 
sizes — nay, insists — that no one escape the array of 
dignitaries by resorting to some painless manner of 
entry such as slipping down the other aisle. My purpose 
here as a person seasoned in those niceties of receiving 
lines is to elaborate upon the handbook directions and 
to "tip you off," as it were. First, by all means memo- 
rize the procedure. Never should I advocate the denial 
of that preliminary practice before the mirror in the pri- 
vacy of one's room. Give yourself a good workout in pro- 
nunciation of names. "Fill in" small talk, and flash a 
charming, yet intelligent-appearing, smile. However, to 
be prepared for all emergencies resolve not to be disap- 
pointed if you are whisked through the line and find 
yourself standing at the end after having stammered out 
a few unintelligible syllables on your way through. And, 
if your smile was a bit wry or forced, do not be discour- 
aged. Someday you may be a member of that receiving 
line! 

The preceding description is but one possibility. If 
you happen along at a time when the receiving line is 
not busy, you will find that they will resort to all sorts 
of trickery to detain you and pass the time away. Here 
is the place for you to "fill in" speeches. They will prob- 
ably begin by commenting on your new dress or tuxedo, 
the crowd, the orchestra, or some such related idea. Then 
it is up to you to correlate their remark with your speech. 
For example, if you had rehearsed something about the 
sponsor's corsage it might sound like this: 

Sponsor: "My, how charming you look in that pretty 
gown." 

Reply: "I like yours, too, and it almost matches your 
corsage." 

Now there is your correlation. You just have to be 
mentally alert and use ordinary common sense. 

Another standard that interested me, and which I 
know will cause some consternation, is the one concern- 
ing the dress for formal wear. In regard to the women 
there is not so much of a problem, for anyone can un- 



derstand that an evening dress is undeniably of a pretty 
definite type — simply a one- or two-piece affair with a 
skirt long enough to trip over. On the other hand, how- 
ever, I wish to save the men any mental anguish or strain 
they might possibly make for themselves. First of all, 
I think as a general rule, if a man has a tuxedo he will 
vote against wearing it since he figures that most of the 
fellows will be in business suits; and if a fellow hasn't a 
tux, he will not be comfortable until, by some hook or 
crook, he has laid his finger on one. Now what has hap- 
pened? You see, everything is all out of balance. Every- 
one is running around in borrowed clothes and no one 
is perfectly at ease. I cannot urge you emphatically 
enough to come in the apparel which, under normal 
conditions, you rightfully own and intend to wear. 

There has always been a heated controversy over the 
exact meaning of the term "appropriate accessories," and 
since I own all of them, I intend to put a definite and 
positive end to the argument by listing them. Appropri- 
ate accessories include the following and nothing more: 

1. Conservative necktie 

2. Tie clasp 

3. Tie pin 

4. Cuff links (that match if possible) 

5. Belt or suspenders 

6. Garters (unless elastic top socks are worn) 

As a final warning, let me explain all of the hidden 
implications of the rule that states simply that smoking 
will be permitted outside of the college building only. 
If you indulge you will say to yourself, "It's a little 
chilly outside; I wonder if they mean we can smoke in 
the vestibule just inside the front doors, too?" The an- 
swer is no. Anv little revisions or interpretations which 
you may consider for your personal use are of no avail. 

And so, I withdraw hastily, having given the matter 
a searching treatment. My hope is that I have helped 
those of my colleagues who simply cannot believe what 
they read. 



RECONSIDERED REVOLUTION 

J. G 

College, to the laity. 
Is one long round of gaiety; 
To us who know it well. 
It's four tough rounds of — 

Well - 

I guess I'd better say it's swell. 

TOWER LIGHT 




POETRT 




I'D RATHER BUILD ONE THAN PLAY IT 

P. H. 

I met a boy not long ago — 
(The kind you've always longed to know). 
So smooth and suave — so strong and tall — 
And handsome (well, he had it all!) 
And also he played bridge. 

The night was fine (the month was June), 
I'd never seen a better moon. 
'Twas not too early — not too late; 
I wore a lovely dress for bait; 

And he talked about bridge. 

I'd studied Dietrich and Lamarr; 
My dialogue was up to par. 
My hopes were high: I felt great glee 
'Til he would shout, "I pass! Bid three!" 
We never got away from bridge. 

"Don't fool your partner! Bid your hand! 
Go two no trump — my cards are grand! " 
So I strung him up by the garden hose. 
You may take it, chum, from me who knows. 
Trap one that can't play bridge! 



CHARM OF THE SEA 

Grayce Gaa 

In the summer, happv days for me, 
I find a rocky haven by the shore; 
At my feet the rolling breakers roar, 
And I gaze upon the beauty of the sea. 

And if, perchance, the dav is calm and fair. 
The ocean, still as any mirrored lake. 
Invites this wond'ring human to partake 
Of its glowing charm, its glory, deep and rare. 

Or, even when the day is bleak and gray 
And raining, I still enjoy the sight 
Of water meeting water; then the night 
Descends, and yet I watch across the bay. 

And when, at death of day and birth of night, 
The storm has clear'd and Nature once 

more saves 
Her stars for me, then o'er the rippling waves 
The moon comes out, and sheds her silver light. 



SUNSET 

Virginia Dorsey 

Swirls of crimson, 
Streaks of gold, 
Purple patterns 
Bright and bold, 
Tints of ochre, 
Whirls of rose, 
Signify the 
Sun's repose. 



A DREAM OF DEATH 

Grayce Gaa 

I dreamt I saw a friend, a dear friend, die. 
And just before his last words had been said, 
He raised his eyes to mine, then dropped his head; 
No longer looked at me, but at the sky. 
And whispered then the words he saw above, 
'Think not of me, but only of my love. 

"Weep not for me; live on, and, living, do 

"The things I would have done, had I survived. 

"For dying, now, I have at last arrived 

"In Heaven, and it's I who pity you." 
And so I shall not ever mourn the friend 
Who finds completeness in the journev's end. 



A SHORT VERSE 

So I'll meet him later on 

In the place where he is gone, 

I will meet him or mv name is Mr. Mud; 

He'll be squattin' on the coals 

Givin' tests to pore damn souls 

An' I'll get a quiz in hell from Dr. Judd. 

So it's Judd, Judd, Judd, 

Psychological Dr. Judd. 

Though I've studied you and read you. 

After all is done and said, vou 

Are a wiser man than I am, Dr. Judd. 



OCTOBER 



1941 



Lifers Little Tragedies 



Evelyn Freeman 



GRANDMOTHER NORTON settled back in her old 
rocking chair and, as she began to shell the peas in the 
huge pan in her lap, she asked, "Well, children, what 
will it be today, a story or a game?" 

"A story! A story!" we all cried and Grandma smiled 
at our enthusiasm. 

"Well," she said, "I believe I'll tell you the one about 
a family that lived two miles away from us for nigh 
unto thirty years," and as Granny began her tale, we 
children all fell into most grotesque but comfortable 
positions and prepared to listen with both ears. 

"Hiram Johnson was a farmer like the majoritv of the 
people in our community. He was a right successful 
farmer and led a peaceful, contented life. His gently 
rolling fields, his barns full of sturdy, well-kept cattle, 
and his family occupied his heart and mind and left him 
little time for pleasures or amusements. 

"Hiram's family consisted of his wife, Maria, and his 
twin daughters, just turned eighteen. It was always a 
source of wonder to him that he had had a part in be- 
getting twin daughters, but a still greater wonder was 
their appearance. Edna, named after her mother's moth- 
er, was as fair as a summer's day and just as pleasant 
and agreeable. She was tall and willowy, and her cheeks 
were as rosy as her father's apples. But what made a soul 
look at her again was her eyes. They were the color of 
violets, changing (with her moods) from deep clear blue 
to a stormy purple, even seeming to be midnight black 
at times. And my, how moody Edna was! She was al- 
ways dreaming and talking wildly about leaving home 
and going to the big city to get a job dancing on the 
stage. Her folks were scared she'd run off some night 
and so they gave her everything she wanted like pretty 
dresses and jewelry, just so she'd stay at home with them. 
She was always wanting things she saw in her father's 
mail catalogues. On the girls' sixteenth birthday, Hiram 
bought them each a locket with their names engraved 
on the outside, just because Edna had admired one so 
greatly. 

"Hiram's other daughter. Pearl, was just as different 
from Edna as day is from night. She was named after his 
mother and folks all said she was his favorite. Pearl was 
as dark and drab-looking as her sister was fair and ra- 
diant. She was just as slender as Edna, but she always 
seemed much shorter and more plump. I guess you 
would call her a mousey type because she gave the 
impression that she was brown all over; brown hair, 
brown eyes, and brown skin. But Pearl wasn't moody. 



Land sakes, no! Why she was just as calm and cool, and 
she never complained or talked of anything, except liv- 
ing on the farm with her parents. 

"The strange thing about these sisters was that they 
loved each other dearly. A person wouldn't really expect 
that seein' as how they looked and acted so differently, 
one so pretty and fairy-like and the other so dull and 
browny-looking. But love each other they did, and oft- 
times they would sit and talk and dream for hours about 
what they wanted to be. 

"Well, if I recollect clearly, one June night. Farmer 
Emmett gave a barn dance and invited all the country- 
side for miles around. Edna and Pearl both got new 
dresses for the occasion and mv how nice they did look! 
Of course, nobody could see Pearl for looking at Edna, 
but they were both a pretty sight to see. Edna didn't rest 
one minute that night. How the boys did rush her! Es- 
pecially did one boy, Kurt Jolson, I believe his name was. 
He seemed right taken up with her and followed Edna 
around the whole evening. Often they'd sit in the cor- 
ner with their heads close together, giggling and talking 
away a mile a minute. 

"At the end of the dance, Edna got permission from 
her folks to ride home in Kurt's buggy and so Pearl 
drove home with Hiram and Maria. They reached home 
long before the young couple did, and so Pearl said she'd 
wait up for Edna because her folks were tired and had 
to get up early the next morning. Well, Pearl made her- 
self comfortable in the kitchen by the red-bellied stove 
and settled back to wait for her sister. Worn out from 
the excitement of the dance and because of the warmth 
of the room, she fell asleep and slept straight through 
to the next morning. 

"When Hiram arose early the next day and went down 
to the kitchen to fix the fire, he found Pearl cuddled in 
the chair sound asleep. Puzzled, he shook her awake and 
asked what she was doing sleeping in the kitchen. At 
first. Pearl's mind was hazy and she couldn't recollect 
what she was doing there. Slowly and then with a rush 
it all came back to her, and after Hiram heard her tale, 
he quickly ran to the girls' room to see if Edna was 
there and, land sakes alive, Edna hadn't been home 
at all! 

"My how excited the Johnson family was! Maria car- 
ried on dreadfully; Hiram blamed himself for letting 
Edna go home with a young man, and Pearl — poor 
Pearl, just went around with a dazed, pinched look on 
her face. For days afterward, searching parties combed 

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the hillsides looking for the couple. Some folks believed 
the horses ran away with them and they were killed; 
some believed they eloped; and still others were of the 
opinion that Edna had induced Kurt to take her to the 
cit}\ 

"Months flew by into years, and still no trace of Edna 
was ever found. Hiram never lost hope, though, and he 
spent just piles of money searching for her in the neigh- 
boring cities. But never a word did they receive, never 
a clue as to whether or not Edna was dead or alive. 

"With Edna gone. Pearl became the apple of her 
folks* eye and how they did watch over her! When she 
started going with a young man in the community, they 
rejoiced because thev wanted her to marry and settle 
down and be a comfort to them in their old age. Pearl 
finally did get married to her young fellow and they 
moved to a farm not far away from her parents. In the 
course of time, she had two children, and what with her 
work and the care of her kiddies, she had little time to 
spend thinking and brooding about the past. Occasion- 
ally, though, when darning socks or sewing, jobs that 
let her mind free, her thoughts drifted back to her sis- 
ter, and at only such times did she wonder what had 
happened to her. 

"On Pearl's tenth wedding anniversary, her husband 
decided that she should have several weeks' vacation by 
herself, free from household drudger)". At first, she ob- 
jected. Who would take care of the children? Who 
would look after her husband? But finally he brushed 
aside her arguments and persuaded Pearl to visit a near- 
by city. After a week of frantic sewing and packing, her 
family took her to the station and deposited her aboard 
the train. She waved to them as long as they were vis- 
ible and then relaxed in the seat. 

"For a few minutes she gazed out of the window at 



the receding hills and trees, and then glanced around 
her at the other passengers. One elderly gentleman was 
already dozing in his chair. Two youngsters who re- 
minded her of her own were playing leap-frog over the 
backs of the scats and making a fearful racket. But what 
arrested Pearl's glance was the middle-aged woman who 
was sitting across the aisle from her. Although there was 
a bitter, defeated look in her eyes and a network of 
haggard lines around her mouth, she was still quite strik- 
ing in her appearance. 

"She probably was quite a beauty in her day," thought 
Pearl and, because she already missed her family and 
was beginning to feel lonely, she smiled at the woman 
who had just turned her face toward her. 

" 'Won't you come over and join me?' invited Pearl. 
'This is my first trip away from my family and I'm rather 
lonely already.' 

"The woman crossed the aisle and seated herself be- 
side Pearl. There was no need of introductions, for each 
knew the other was interested only in having a com- 
panion for the trip, someone to chat and gossip with. 

"Well, the pair got on famously together and Pearl 
was really sorry to see her companion leave when the 
train pulled in at the first stop, which was the lady's 
destination. As she rose to take leave of Pearl, her purse 
clattered to the floor and the contents were scattered 
beneath the seat. Pearl quickly helped her to gather the 
articles together and the woman barely had time to get 
off the train. A second later, puffing and belching black 
steam, the train left the station on its way to the ne.xt 
stop. As Pearl leaned back in her seat once again, she 
saw something winking up at her from beneath the seat 
in front. Bending forward the better to see, earl found 
that the shining disc w^as a locket with the name EDNA 
engraved upon its surface!" 



I Don't Like - - 



Patricia Herndon 

THE WAY public telephones always give an indecisive 
click when I am four feet away: I always feel compelled 
to turn back and see if my nickel has come back to the 
fold. Avenue Apollos who storm drugstore corners and 
whistle at females: they embarrass me when they do and 
worry me when they don't. The tone of voice exasper- 
ated street car conductors use to shout, "Kindly moveto- 
therear, sis!" when I'm trying to be particularly digni- 
fied and aloof: they always impress me as being the type 
of man who snores and leaves slippers in the middle of 
the room. These impatient waiters who hem and cluck 



OCTOBER 



1941 



while I decide on what I want and then \\ho stare stu- 
pidly and say "Milk? Did \ou say milk?" as if it were a 
dirty word. Boys who expect a girl to look as if Schia- 
parelli and Adrian had personalh- turned her out. and 
then show up with ebon}- trim 'neath nails and fraved, 
fuzzy spots on collars: it would be quite appropriate if 
their non-envied dates appeared with hair on tin curlers. 
People who call up, say "Hello" and then indulge in 
complete silence: they are even \^•orse than the person- 
ality kid who screams, "Hiya, snake — let's crawl to- 
night!" — both are utterly repulsive to me. Liver in any 
form; too tight bathing caps; shoes that squeak; con- 
tinued stories; writers who write too much, too long and 
too often. So I'll stop. 

"9 



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84 



Faculty Additions 

or 

"A LITTLE BIT OF ALL RIGHT" 

Dorothy Kapp 

FROM THE first "I don't know what to ask you, so 
please just talk awhile" to the final "Thanks so much 
for your kindness," the interview was both pleasant and 
enlightening to me. The pleasant personalities of both 
Mr. Lembach and Mr. Millar made fact-finding en- 
joyable. 

The facts are these. Mr. Lembach has studied and 
taught in a number of places. He was graduated from 
the Chicago Art Institute with a bachelor's degree and 
from Northwestern University with a master's. He has 
recently completed requirements for his doctor's degree 
at Columbia University. He has also been Superintend- 
ent of Art in Desplaines, Illinois; Superintendent of Ele- 
mentary Schools in Plains, Ohio; teacher in Lloyd High 
School, Wisconsin, Lincoln Junior High School, Wis- 
consin, Ohio University in Athens, and Chicago Com- 
mons Settlement Home for Children. So you see he 
has been around. 

His hobbies both past and present include the col- 
lecting of recordings of symphonic orchestras (albums 
of them), autographs of famous persons (including 
three Presidents), stamps and, at one time, milk-bottle 
tops. As one might expect, he spends most of his extra 
hours on drawing and painting. 

When asked what he especially liked about the col- 
lege or Baltimore, Mr. Lembach said that he liked the 
spaciousness of the buildings and grounds of the college 
and that he particularly likes the street cars in Baltimore. 

Mr. Millar has been connected with Harvard Uni- 
versity as both student and instructor. It was there that 
he received his bachelor's and master's degrees and com- 
pleted requirements for his doctor's degree. He has also 
studied in the University of Munich. His special inter- 
est in and research on ballads has carried him to various 
spots in England. Besides his work Mr. Millar is inter- 
ested in music, the theatre, and mountains (especially, 
climbing them). 

The newspapers say: 

"Appointment of Branford P. Millar as a mem- 
ber of the English staff of State Teachers College, 
Towson, and John Lembach as a member of the art 
department, has been announced at that institu- 
tion." 

"John Lembach will re- (Continued on page 16) 

10 



MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING 



When winter comes fast upon us 
are gone the norther 
there come thoughts of why 



The moths are gone the northern winds 
Blowing 



And wherefore in the day of this year? 
I sit by doors all night and give quiet 
Thought on the thing not for the ears 

Of the world only to my own ear Why 
Is the thing as it is why not the new 
Idea as we saw it once when we cried 

Aloud at sunrise and saw visions of dew 
Covered grasses and peaceful meadows? 
I ponder and say quietly You 

Who have thought these things deadened 
Fingers leaden feet come not to the house 
Of the wise for these things indeed 

There is no place to go for these mountains 

To be dissolved Better you should put 

Away this life and return to the beautiful fountain 

Of the earth's youth as once you were So put 
I aside all troubles and prepare to run away 
Just then there comes the newer cleaner pity 

It is she whom I saw in the clouds No I sway 
From the truth She was not a vision but a 
Clean-cut real thing whom I embraced and 
whose sweet 

Hand I held and whose round lips I kissed not 

A ghost from the bright early morning 

How can I leave this place when the walls spot 

Eyes upon me and cry out How will you be torn 
Away from here when in your soul lies part 
Of her soul 

My eyes wax moist I cannot leave this proseful 
Palace she is too much with me here while 
I think how she will be two days hence two 



Years 



N. R. C. 
TOWER LIGHT 




THOUGHT FOR THE MONTH 

What the schools do may prove in the long 
run to he more decisive than any other fac- 
tor in preserving the form of government 
we cherish. 

— Franklin Delano Roosevelt. 



EDITORIALS 



THE WONDERWORKER 

Charlotte Schwarz 

MAN TODAY is a greater miracle maker than the most 
improbable magician in the legends of the ages. By 
means of his marvelous inventions he has increased his 
natural abilities a thousandfold. He has extended his 
own limited vision into limitless space with his powerful 
telescopes. The invention of the steam engine and the 
internal combustion engine has given him seven-league 
boots surpassing those of the fairy story. With the use 
of the telephone and the radio the human voice can put 
a girdle around the earth in a few seconds. The mighty 
cascades of water which for eons of time raced aim- 
lessly towards the oceans have been harnessed to light 
and heat his home and turn the giant wheels of industry. 

These are some of the leading discoveries with which 
the inventors of modern da\'S have enriched the world. 
Though practically all of the inventions had their begin- 
nings in the last century the progress in every depart- 
ment of science, art, and mechanics and their practical 
application to everyday life has been greatest within 
the last quarter of a century. Too often we are apt to 
forget the newness of our great inventions and discov- 
eries and accept them as a matter of fact. 

At the dawn of history man made great strides for- 
ward. When he emerged from the wilderness and learned 
to walk on two legs he had to rely on his inventive gen- 
ius to survive and become master of his enemies. His 
inventive faculties were chiefly exercised in providing 
for his comfort and safety. 

Period glided imperceptibly into period and civiliza- 
tion gradually presented evidences of growing from 

OCTOBER • 1941 



what we call barl^arism. Man, as the inventor, was pa- 
tiently at work multiplying man's resources; at times in 
the interest of peace but to a great extent for the ad- 
vancement of war — even as in our own times. 

Man, the wonderworker, has traveled a triumphant 
road since he emerged from the darkness of the pre- 
historic era. The tiny spark which the Creator implanted 
in his brain has led him onward and upward. Man, how- 
ever, has not always used his inventions wisely and may, 
if he does not learn to control them constructively in- 
stead of destructively be destroyed by his own handi- 
work. 



THIS YEAR IT'S ON US! 

Last year. Miss Alice Munn was the adviser of our 
magazine staff. She was our colonel, our first and last 
line of defense — we were the privates. But this year, 
although Dr. Lynch has taken over the job of adviser, 
we are essentially on our own. Of course we are still re- 
sponsible to the administration for maintaining stand- 
ards just as worthy of previous years as always; but the 
Tower Light is starting a new era this September by 
becoming essentially a student controhed and directed 
publication. 

This is not a plea for contributions, nor a request for 
material. It is, rather, a challenge to the entire student 
body. Are we capable of handling our magazine inde- 
pendently and suitably or are we to falter because we 
have no convenient apron strings dangling within easy 
reach? The answer lies with you and you alone — for 
this year it's on us! 



There has been a good bit of talk lately on the sub- 
ject of who shall run the Tower Light. As we have 
heard the story in the TL office, the major portion of 
the burden is to be borne bv the students themselves, 
especially those who are fortunate enough to be nom- 
inally associated with the staff. 

But this proposition is valid onlv when we accept the 
very hard fact that for the staff to be aggressive and in- 
dependent and what not, there has to be a good deal 
of material v^'ith which the staff might \\-ork. No\\- how 
in the name of the gods and saints are we to put forth 
a decent, democratic publication, of interest to everj^- 
body, if not ever^■bod\• contributes who can? 

It's all as simple as the pro\-erbial ABC's. Let's as- 
sume that the writer (present) is an editor, ^\^^at is 
he to do? Is he to face each month's dearth of contri- 
butions, which means that for the usual space of, say, 

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32 pages, there has been submitted only enough for 10 
pages? He won't cut down the size of the magazine, and 
he certainly won't issue a magazine with 22 blank pages. 
So he must sit himself down and force out 22 pages of 
material, which because of their very lack of spontaneity 
and many of the other elements of good writing, are 
pretty bad, even perhaps unreadable. 

Still maybe that would work out. But the entire pity 
is that there is certainly no lack of talent here. All right, 
so it's not all "creative," as they would say. But all ex- 
pression in these columns need not be creative. Some 
very good books are published, and some very bad ones, 
also. These virtually sit and weep, waiting for some crit- 
ical, sane reviewer to tell the world how things are about 
them. Then again, remem'ber that there is a plethora of 
creative talent running around loose, talent which is sup- 
pressed because of reasons of shame, or lack of confi- 
dence, etc. Why should this be? Right, it shouldn't be 
that way. 

The way out of the situation is this: Since we all want 
to have a paper, and gosh knows we contribute to the 
TL out of our activities fee and must take the good with 
the bad, we want to have a good magazine. So much is 
reasonable. But where the student becomes unreason- 
able is when he assumes the position of dissatisfaction 
while at the same time not lifting his finger one milli- 
meter off normal surface to remove some journalistic 
faults. 

For a long while now people have been able to shut 
up "destructive" critics by hurling that very epithet. We 
are not out to obliterate the "destructive" critics, just 
so long as these same folks are willing (we are sure they 
are able!) to raise new edifices on the sites of the old 
destroyed ones. 

The voice of the college student is a loud one. It is 
potent with the damning qualities of the man-on-top 
who wants to express dissatisfaction. Maybe you people 
don't realize it, but the voice of the people everywhere 
is a powerful lot of larynx. "The peepul," as some have 
crassly put it, can undo a lot of elaborate doings, and re- 
build a lot of razed structures. But only if he will. Let's 
assume that the old TL is gone. The student-staff is on 
its own, and can (and will) now burst out with new and 
vigorous surgings. It now remains for the body of stu- 
dents to rise up in all its virility and make the Tower 
Light readable. This is the first end. Readability. After 
readability, all is vanity, and so everything before it. We 
need articles, and we need hundreds of them per month. 
The best part of it is that we're going to get them, 
poems, short stories, essays, "humor," advice, and seri- 
ous articles, all. The only question now, is can the staff 
as present situated handle the hundreds of contribu- 
tions? You may rest at ease. 

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In 

Our 

Mailbox 



Fiom Washington 



IN OUR mailbox recently we found several communi- 
cations from the United States Office of Education of 
the Federal Security Agency at Washington. A letter 
from John W. Studebaker, United States Commissioner 
of Education, brought to our attention a news-release 
announcement issued by Federal Security Administra- 
tor, Paul V. McNutt. This appeal to schools and col- 
leges to develop civilian morale through encouragement 
of public discussion groups and democratic forums was 
originally made in a letter from President Roosevelt to 
Mr. McNutt. 

The announcement runs, in part, as follows: 

" 'The genius of American democracy,' the President 
stated, ' ... is expressed in the traditional independence 
and freedom of our State and local schools and school 
systems. Their freedom of action for educational pur- 
poses must be preserved. It is upon that freedom that 
we hopefully depend for assurance that the judgments 
of our people will be soundly based.' 

"Both the President and Mr. McNutt emphasized 
the great value of educational forums and public discus- 
sion which have been promoted during the past six years 
by the United States Office of Education. The adminis- 
trator expressed special interest in the recognition of 
public discussion as a means of building civilian morale. 

" 'Good morale,' said Mr. McNutt, 'is as important to 
defense as guns and planes. Morale in a democracy is 
unity of purpose based on common understanding. That 
kind of morale thrives on free and full discussion. The 
responsibility of promoting democratic discussion falls 
on our traditional institution which we have set up for 
enlightenment — our colleges and schools. I am sure 
that our institutions of learning will respond whole- 
heartedly to the request of the President of the United 
States.' " 

TOWER LIGHT 



Among the things (besides bills) that come in the 
Tower Light mail is a bulletin called "Selective Serv- 
ice." The following items contained in it are a little 
unusual : 

"Living up to the literar}' implication of its name, 
Hawthorne, Nevada, turns in a list of Selective Service 
registrants that is reminiscent of the halcyon days of 
American literature. Among its residents who have reg- 



istered with the local board are: Edgar Allen Poe, Ste- 
phen Foster, Fenimore Cooper and Patrick Henry." 

"Christopher Columbus is a registrant with Local 
Board No. 348 of Newtonville, N. Y., and he drew Order 
No. 1492." 

"Woodrow Wilson and Herbert Hoover were among 
a recent group of selectees sent to the army from Liim 
Countv, Iowa." 



PET PEEVES 



The Tower Light Staff who, after having faithfully 
promised to show up on deadline day, never came with- 
in fifty feet of the Tower Light office— with the excep- 
tion of Jean Benson. 



The gym elective lists with the limited signing up 
space. 

• • • 

The people who look at you like you are demented 
when you smile at them. 



The 96 per cent, of the student body which does not 
contribute to the Tower Light and then bellows be- 
cause they think it is not a college magazine. 



Editor's Note: This department has been created to 
give the proletariat a chance to air its grievances against 
college, food, dates, and life in general. Bring any that 
you have to the Tower Light office. We guarantee 



against libel suits. 



*B E L L S - - - 

Margaret Catherine Pardee to Harry Gordon Trueman 

Anne Marie McGarvey to Eugene C. Lacey 

Catherine Lee Bishop to J. Franklin Fowble 

Helen Ogier to Edward E. Gibbons, Jr. 

Grace Ann Whitson to George Ellison 

Helen Gill to William M. Rigler 

Shirley Diamond to Sidney Blum (not our Sidney!) 

Joan Bialzak to William L. Langley 

Miriam Margaret Vogelman to John Ta\'lor Sheldon 

Margaret Jane Groom to William Maurice Clark 

Vaughn Messick to William Henry McClure 

Ella M. Hergenrather to Bennett F. Bussey 

Ann Schofer to Harry Chayt 

Ellen May Meyer to Edwin B. McKee 

Margaret Kelly to Norval Keen 

Mary Stewart Lewis to Walter Belco Belitz, Jr. 

Gertrude Sucro to William Powers Grason 

* Wedding Bells. 
OCTOBER • 1941 



SPARKLERS--- 

Carmen Rosenberg to Dr. Jerome S. Cullen 

DRUMS - - - 

Gene Rush — Camp Lee, Virginia 
William Podlich— Luke Field, Arizona 
Isadore Sokolow— Luke Field, Arizona 
James O'Connor— Fort Knox, Kentucky 
John Wheeler— Fort Bragg, North Carolina 
George Hoddinott — Camp Wallace, Texas 



Malcolm Davies— Amerieus, 



Georgia 



SpeciEc whereabouts unknown at present- 
Jerome Kolker 
John Owens 
Josh Wheeler 
James Tear 
Carville Lauenstein 
Sidney Baker 



Editor's Note: We're 



to send them To^^•ER 



Lights. What are vou going to do? 



13 



The Student Council 



Henry Astrin 



OUR STUDENT COUNCIL is an organization that 
helps many reveal unknown talents through a better 
understanding of "working democracy." It trains for 
leadership and also provides numerous opportunities 
for students who have given proof of their ability. Nat- 
urahy, not everyone has the knack of leading others, 
even though all have equal opportunities to do so. Some 
of us have a strong tenacity of spirit, an elephantine 
willingness to work but are not able to instill others with 
the same desire. However, these cooperative people, the 
ones who receive no praise and publicity, are just as im- 
portant to a democratic group as those who accept the 
responsibility of leadership and reap praise and accla- 
mation. 

In the present Freshman Class there are many stu- 
dents who are so inconspicuous that only their few 



friends know their names. Yet out of these unknown 
students we will select in the next few years many of our 
Student Council officers, Kappa Delta Pi members, 
Who's Who candidates, club officers, delegates to New 
York, and committee chairmen. Several of our most 
capable Council officers are students who came from 
high schools with poor ratings in leadership but who 
felt an immediate desire to help make our Student 
Council government by and for the students. 

To make our Student Council a vital part of our 
school life we must all work together. We must do the 
jobs required of us to the best of our ability. Any ofBcer 
of any organization will tell you this. They will tell you 
that the work is not always pleasant. But, they will also 
tell you that they stuck to their jobs until completion 
and then received satisfaction from knowing that their 
job was well done! 



FALL FASHION FLARES 



Ellen Anne Elste 



BY THE TIME this article is printed, we trust the au- 
tumn chill will be here and our cotton frocks and broom- 
stick skirts will be well out of sight; we shall once more 
be returning to our sweaters and wool skirts. The col- 
lege clothes for this fall are hitting an all-time high for 
cut and quality. Tailoring is flawless. Trim basic suits 
are simply designed and are featured in rough tweeds, 
velveteens and corduroys. The long torso hne is the 
keynote for the fall silhouette in sports and date dresses 
as well as in suits. Let's slow down just a bit and give 
an organized summary of current trends in design, color 
and materials which we expect to be seeing on the cam- 
pus and in the classroom this season. 

As to new lines we have already noted the long-waisted 
fitted costume. However, if you are one who does not 
look well in this type of dress we hope you will keep 
to frocks which have the normal waistline, since these 
appear to be equally smart. There is another innovation 
but it is not intended to be worn by the girl who has 
weak, sloping shoulders. We are referring to the new 
saddle shouldered sleeve with drop shoulder yokes which 
make for the smooth sleeve line. In necklines we find 
the very high and the low V (not for victory, please) 
necks are both popular. The school-girl jumper or pina- 

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fore will still be here with us. The newer ones follow 
the same princess lines but with a front fullness. In 
keeping with the jumper model and the torso line the 
jerkins in glen plaids and solid colors are claiming much 
attention. 

There is reckless bravery in color. Sweaters and skirts 
are picked for exciting combinations. The colors cur- 
rently favored are olive, evergreen, spruce blue, R. A. F. 
blue, blood orange, black plum, wisteria purple, nutria 
and Benedictine brown. 

Fabrics featured in sportswear offer this wide variety: 
rabbit hair, camel's hair, tweed, wool, Shetland, jersey, 
velveteen, flannel, gabardine, and covert. 

That's all for now but we'll be back. During the month 
we're going to watch you, and you, and you; and in the 
next issue we'll tell you what you are wearing with com- 
ments commendable or otherwise, as the case may be. 
Here's hoping we'll find all of you well groomed and 
smartly dressed. 

P. S. — There are just two novelty numbers we just 
could not let pass without making mention of namely: 
dickey birds— peggy or club-collared sharkskin affairs to 
be worn under cardigans or slipovers, and crocheted wool 
caps with long pigtails. 

TOWER LIGHT 



From the Counsel of a Wise Fool 



Agnes Hicks 



DON'T EVER - 

1. Get up to talk in assembly. They'll think you're 
capable and you're labelled. 

2. Spend all your free time in the book shop — that's 
why libraries are here. 

3. Volunteer in elass unless you have a definite source 
to back you up. 

4. Gape at the upper classmen. You look greener 
than ever. 

5. Ignore your big sisters and brothers. 

6. Flunk tests. You'll never pass a course that way. 

7. Dance in the foyer too much. 

8. Flirt with the new students. They may not turn 
out to be students after all. 

BE SURE TO - 

1. Get acquainted with your faculty. 



2. Come to all the dances and activities. A dollar 
won't break you. 

3. Have vim, vigor and vitality. Anything like that 
helps to brighten up the place. 

4. Join the clubs. We want you and your dues. 

5. Do as you like about clothes, whether you go by 
"Mademoiselle" or "Esquire." 

6. Smile. We aren't as awful as we look, believe it 
or not. 

7. Get the idea across that you're an ideal student. 

IN YOUR UNBUDGETED TIME: 

1. Work for your letter in gym. 

2. Knit a pull-over sweater. Pardon, men! 

3. Write articles for your school magazine. We need 
new talent — upon second thought, we need talent. 

4. Patronize the book shop. A penny a day keeps the 
calories away. 



JUST CHATTER . . . 



The "Humor" Department wishes to apologize at 
the outset for any false impression the name may imply. 

Maybe you've heard of the freshman who gushed very 
impressively to a group of seniors about the superior 
skill she had exhibited in music class in the use of the 
"pitching" fork. 

O-O 

A Student Teacher's Fantasy 
Oh, to be a supervisor in a practice teacher's school 
And cite one million instances of times she broke a rule. 

or 
How to be Asked to Withdraw in One Easy Lesson. 

0--0 

Have you ever wanted to give assignments such as these: 
Mr. Crook to classify all the plant and animal life 
in the Amazon River. 

Summon the gym faculty for posture pictures and 
exhibit the prints as modern art. 
Miss Blood to place geographical markers to iden- 
tify the southernmost borders of the first ice age. 
Dr. West to play "fine or superfine" with the rocks 
and minerals for the Tibetan Mountains. 
Mr. Moser to write a study on that book-length title 
he assigned once for a paper, the study to cover at 

OCTOBER ■ 1941 



least as much paper as a set of the Encyclopedia 
Britannica. 

The music faculty to take a "la-la-la" test to be sung 
by a harmony quartet. 

That certain practice teacher to take off one thou- 
sand sets of seat work on the hectograph machine. 
There's no harm in dreaming, is there? 

O-O 

In the following bits of gossip we gleaned in re the 
experiences of certain budding teachers last season, any 
resemblances to persons living or student teaching is 
purely intentional : 

Who is the male, with initials J. H., who en- 
tranced his class by singing popular songs? 
There's the true story of the 1 5-minute handwriting 
lesson M. Z. taught for an hour because her partner 
had a sixty-minute conference with a certain math 
teacher. Was it all business, Liz? 
And what that dynamo of energy in a South Balti- 
more school, M. G. M., said when one of her 
charges complained he was struck by a spit-ball! 
"A brick would be too good for you!" she snapped. 
Did Kobin realh- fool anyone with her brandishing 
of the tuning fork like a S)"mphonic director? 

15 



A Letter 



Towson, October, '41. 



Dear Mabel: 



Here it is at last! My last year before I meet the world 
and all its gruesome evils. 

How does it feel to be a senior? Well I, for one, feel 
no differently, except to realize I must graduate this 
year. The odds are against my gym suit weathering this 
year through, much less another. So you see I am really 
desperate! But to get back to the seniors. I can see where 
we have grown some. (Daisy says to tell you it's more 
than some and mostly in the width.) We are much 
more sophisticated than we were as freshmen. In those 
days we used to say at class meetings, "I make a motion, 
etc., etc."; now we merely languidly raise a hand and 
condescendingly utter, "I so move." Mother says she 
notices a tremendous difference, to wit: I clean my "sad- 
dles" every night. I haughtily informed her I am a senior 
now, one of the cornerstones of the college. She says 
she feels her money has been well spent just to see that 
one utterly reactionary movement after four years. 

You asked me to tell about my student-teaching ex- 
perience. Suffice it to say, I survived. Now I am getting 
ready to go to the front again. Little birds have been 
telhng me the most delightful nightmares about my 
new assignment. All you hear nowadays is, "Build up 
the morale of our soldiers." But who, I ask, is worrying 
about ours? Let me tell you — U. S. O. for S. S. (student 
stooges) could do a great job here at Towson. Seriously, 
though, I am eagerly looking forward to the zero hour 
in November. 

How is National Defense treating you? All the avail- 
able men on my list are gone, too. All, or mostly all, of 
our Towson men (?) are in uniform now. We have only 
a few boys left. With our imports from other colleges 
gone, and our home talent at an unusually low ebb, both 
daytime dates and evening antidoes (get it?— antidoes? ) 
are at a critical point. I am seriously considering "going 
steady" with a moron, since he's the only person I know 
the army won't have. He really looks quite natural and 
human (I tell myself). Only when he opens his mouth 
do you get a jolt, but he's harmless. 

By the way, the new gym is on its way. Remember the 
snowstorms we fought in those baggy suits? We're going 
to have a special place for individual gym now. Liz 
wants to know if we're going to battle fake snowstorms 
now, with confetti. 

Our courses this year are, in some cases, killer-dillers. 
We're attempting to conduct in music, and really, 
we're quite unique. You've seen huge symphonic or- 

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chestras of one hundred pieces or more in front of whom 
stands one impressive-looking individual, the conductor. 
Well, we've quite reversed the procedure here. Some 
forty of us all conduct at once. Each gesticulates madly 
in her own peculiar way while one lone, dignified person, 
the music instructor, plays the piano. My family draws 
the shades, closes the doors, and flees when I practice 
at home. Aren't they sissies to be afraid of neighbors' 
opinions? 

Concerning my courses as a whole, I have divided 
them into three groups : those where we sit, those where 
we sit and think and, finally, those where we sit and 
think and enjoy. I'll name them for you some other 
time since this may be seen by someone else. 

Oh, there goes the bell. I must stop and go to my 
next class. Yes, this was one of my plain sitting classes. 
Please give my love to the crowd and answer "tout de 
suite." 

Yours, 

M. A. M. 

P. S. — My next letter will be in a lighter vein. The 
opening of a new school year always makes me feel a 
little too serious, don't you agree? 



Faculty Additions 

(Continued from page 10) place Mrs. Bror Larsen, 
of the art department, who resigned last June. . . . 
Branford P. Millar, a new member of the English 
department, will replace Miss Alice L. Munn, who 
retired in June." 
The faculty say: 

"Both are efficient young men with charming per- 
sonalities." 

"I like Mr. Millar's industrious walk and Mr. 
Lembach's charming smile." 

"We're glad they joined the staff." 
The students say: 

"He has suddenly increased my interest in art." 

"I like Mr. Lembach's accent." 

"He's a grand person and teacher." 

"I wish we had more of him." 
We all say: 

"We're glad that they have both come here and 
hope they will enjoy their work with us." 
Consensus of opinion: 

They are a little bit of all right! 

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HERE'S HENRY! 

President oi the Student Council 

WHEN cornered in the Tower Light office, our bloom- 
ing Student Council President coyly admitted that in 
the matter of women, he definitely preferred blondes, 
brunettes or redheads. We admired Mr. A. immensely 
for being so particular, wildly toasted him in warm water 
and proceeded to delve further into his private life. 

If stretched out on an operating table, Henry would 
occupy five feet ten and one-half inches of space, linear 
measure (this is not wishful thinking) and would bear 
down on the same with a force of 150 pounds. He is 
allergic to persons who are late and likes mathematics, 
science, art and people who know what to do and when 
to do it. And here is a stimulating thought: he has blue 
eyes and is below the age at which Uncle Samuel invites 
the bovs to spend a couple of years on him; that's most 
encouraging, especially when I had thought that all eli- 
gible males were in Peoria, love, the army or jail. 

Henry was just getting warmed up to confessing his 
sizes: shoe, 8; hat, 7; and I do believe he would have 
gone farther, but I blushed violently and he had the 
courtesy to stop. He is also a doodler, for there was a 
fetching little design scrawled on the bottom of the 
paper in front of him; and as none of the rest of us had 
any ink, I know who done it. Henry done it. 

Well, just then he had to rush away to a meeting, so 
we called it a draw; so there you have as much as I know 
about Mr. Astrin, S. P., B. D.,* and O. K. 

* Below Draft. P. H. 



I GIVE YOU — BILL JETT 

Day Wice-P resident oi the Student Council 

"You can tell my public (?) that it is here to stay"— 
the person speaking. Bill Jett, vice-president of the Stu- 
dent Council — the topic, his crew hair cut. No ex- 
planation is needed, I trust, of the coiffure nor the office. 
But for the benefit of the greenies in our midst, I shall 
attempt to describe, with full credit to him, the Hon- 
orable William Jett. 



He is easily distinguishable not only by his three- 
quarter hair length but also by a faint scar over his right 
eye. In a burst of childhood reminiscing, he let .slip the 
fact that he had received the cut by falling from a chair 
when— at the tender age of 3— he was practicing to be 
a fireman. . . . Dear Bill . . . 

Mr. Firefighter Jett is twenty years old and just tall 
enough for the Wright person ( ! ) . His political career 
here at college has been one long succession of high po- 
sitions. He was president of the freshman class and, at 
the same time, editor of, and sole contributor to, a sports 
paper which he now insists contained a gossip column. 
In his sophomore year he was treasurer of the Student 
Council, general rabble-rouser in class meetings, and 
champion of the year book for '43. Now as a junior he is 
vice-president of the Council. 

He assured me, in an interview, that he had no special 
hobbies now but that he used to collect (and here he 
blushed for shame) — stamps! His pet phobia is hav- 
ing too much work to do in too little time. He loves to 
eat fruit — especially bananas "because they have no 
bones"; is very secretive (or was) about his ability to 
make posters; likes to think he was called the "Campus 
Casanova" when he boarded at college during his fresh- 
man year; is quite famous for his stride that puts the 
kangaroo's— and his brother James'— to shame; has a pas- 
sion for discovering strange information such as the 
double lining at the knees in a pair of his new pants; 
is quite haughty when we mention his well-known pes- 
simistic outlook on life; and, all in all, is just a little in- 
clined to let his mania for getting things done make him 
feel a little sorry for — and despairing of — the rest of 
us, intellectually and physically, lazy people. 

I give you — Bill Jett. 

Norma Kirckhoff. 



OCTOBER 



1941 



MEET ALICE - - - 

Resident Vice-President of the Student Council 

Her name is Alice Crane and her nose turns up ( for 
purely physical reasons, we hope). ^Vhen the writer of 
this article approached her on the balcony adjoining 
the "smoker" (she doesn't smoke; just suns there) she 

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gave a few statements which were misinterpreted by 
everyone there. I was left to draw my own eonckisions. 
Here they are: 

Ahce, hke most other truthful women, likes hfe, mil- 
lionaires, and Ocean City. At present her ambitions (as- 
pirations, hopes, or whatever you please to call them ) 
are unsettled. By June she probably will have decided 
one way or the other. Though she lives in the environs 



of Washington, her interests are centered in Towson. 
For further details, see Alice. I'd never expose the pri- 
vate life of Helen of Troy. 

You will know her when you see her. She's blonde 
and not hard on the eyes. If you find there are several 
others who fit the description, may I suggest a test for 
validity. Should her nose be a small scale replica of a 
perfect toboggan hill, you can call her Alice. 




Peggy Gunnells 



FOR THE benefit of the freshmen, I might go into 
the whys and wherefores of "So What"; but read and 
ye shall see. (If you're lucky your name might be men- 
tioned.)* 



Perhaps you upper classmen remember your first 
year, but I'm certain some of your minds need refresh- 
ing. O.K. — a few sound effects — certainly you remem- 
ber all the attention you got. When — 

The Seniors Were Freshmen! 

1. We only heard that little Donald was the "great 
lover." (He's still doing all right by "himself.") 

2. There was some doubt as to whether M. P. pre- 
ferred the Great Dane or Mayo. (Lots of water's 
gone under the bridge since then.) 

3. Does Crane ever get a Shock? (Now it's Hoen 
and the A. C. current has followed other lines.) 

4. Recipe of the week: tea wafers spread with Phil- 
lips' Milk of Magnesia. Will you recommend this, 
Maxine? 

5. Dan Cupid hit M. M. Wilson and Hillyard. Won- 
der what Shepherd was doing then? 

6. Cupid really hit Norma Gambrill and John Chil- 
coat — they've never recovered. 

7. Our Jones girl, Jenny, seems to be Klopp-ing right 
along. Sho' nufi, true love. 



*Editor's Note — That's not being lucky. 
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The Juniors Were Freshmen! 

1. The topography of the freshman girls was quite up 
to standard. This was the general consensus of 
opinion of the upper classmen and the gentlemen 
of the faculty. (No, I'm not prejudiced: this was 
the steadfast opinion of one Norris Weis, the orig- 
inator of "So What".) 

2. That first Friday night when certain girls were in- 
structed in the merits of the glen. 

3. Mickey Sharrow was a John Barrymore-Robert 
Taylor arrangement in one. (Just for the play.) 

4. Jett got the Wright idea and still has it. (We hear 
you were a naughty boy this summer. Bill.) 

5. Willie Gaver became Mercerized. The future spells 
wedding bells. 

6. Yes, 'twas back in the Olde Freshie days that Ron- 
nie first wore Johnny's ring. (And still does.) 

7. That Carter-Cox (Lou) romance culminated with 
the end of the freshman year. 

8. Shules was taking care of his Carr. 

The Sophomores Were Freshmen! 

1. Agnes Hicks did a super job of advertising herself 
on the book shop typewriter. (Lucky you, getting 
your name in "So What" again.) 

2. Dick and Mary Jane on their last-minute dash to 
classes. (Now they are later than ever.) 

3. Last year: Floyd and Phelps, the Inseparables. 
This year: time changes everything. 

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4. Ned Logan and Mary Waugh kept everyone guess- 
ing. 

5. The freshman Casanova, Pete Stall, had half the 
freshman girls groggy-eyed. 

6. Jean Benson's theme song was "Oh Johnny." 

7. Little John McCauley took at least an hour to 
walk the first fare. (A perfectly justified reason — 
5 feet plus.) 

The Freshmen Are Freshmen! 

1. Sue Trevors was marking with Lou Cox. The uni- 
form really gets them. 

2. Talk has it that a certain freshman girl might get 
the shower. A word to the wise is sufficient, so 
watch your step; those showers have a really damp- 
ening effect. 

3. The freshman class boasts a super-blonde named 
Ginny. Here's your chance, boys. 

4. June S. and Bix are in the groove. Come on, fresh- 
men, make yourselves known. Your names should 
be heading the list. 



Last-Minute Flashes 

1. Mary Metcalf can't decide between a convertible 
and a V. P. L ring. 

2. Catherine Decker and Gene came to a permanent 
understanding before he went away with the Naval 
Reserve. Look on her third finger, left hand. 

3. Toodles told us she took 6 lessons from an R. O. 
T. C. fellow at Hopkins. She didn't tell us the 
subject but I have my suspicions. 

4. Special notice for Dr. Wiedefeld: 

Don't worry about your car disappearing this year. 
The culprit has graduated. 

5. Jane Stottlemeyer finally got her driver's license 
this summer. The officer who gave her the test told 
me of the interesting conversation they had, so Fll 
pass it on to you: 

Officer: What's the matter? Where is your 

warning signal? 
Jane: Why, on the front — it's the little round 

thing that says Dodge Brothers. 

6. Warren, make a point of learning how to pro- 
nounce a certain freshman girl's name. 

7. To a certain junior girl: 

When you decide to let air out of tires again, be 
sure to get the right car. 

WE'RE on the trail of a startling romance! So sit tight; 
it might be you! 

OCTOBER • 1941 



"WHATCH KNOW, JOE?" 

Jean Connor 

That might be the theme song for a lot of students 
here at State Teachers. I'll show you what I mean. 

"DON'T KNOW NOTHIN' " 

That's what they say. In the Cafeteria or the Book 
Shop I've heard people argue gloriously over the meth- 
od of teaching long division and other such drowsy i.s- 
sues. But ask them to write for the Tovi'er Light, on 
any topic they please, and watch the rigor mortis set in. 
They sit down and chew their pencils desperately. What 
to write? What to write? Usually they end up handing 
in a poem. At least they can be sure that won't be ac- 
cepted. And the student body ends up reading the same 
opinions of the same people on the same subjects. 

"TELL ME SOMETHIN' " 

There are certain things that everyone has his own 
small secret thoughts about. Our country's foreign (and 
domestic) policy is one. The Honor System is another: 
Is it practical? How to enforce it? And why try to make 
a system out of what is naturally a state of mind? Then 
there are the issues of compulsory assemblies, of huar- 
aches vs. the good old saddle shoe, of the soccer team's 
chances this year, of the sad state of affairs when a girl 
can't even get a copy of Cushman to read without 
chloroforming all her section-mates. 

The point is that these thoughts are important. Thev 
are part of our school's great composite character. Thev 
grow out of our life. Whatever you think, on whatever 
subject, deserves to be put into good English and placed 
where the rest of the student body can read it and praise 
it and even pick it apart. At least, vou will "Tell us 
somethin' ". You will give us a few ideas we didn't have 
before. 

"I'M NOT FOOLIN', I NEED SCHOOLIN' " 

This isn't a school full of intellectuals. It is a school 
full of intelligent people, with a variety of interesting 
ideas and theories which thev will discuss heatedh- with 
their friends. If you believe in an idea enough to talk 
about it, have the courage to write it out and send it to 
the Tower Light. That is the only wa\- we will e\er get 
a magazine that really represents the school . . . when 
students stop saying. 



'I JUS' DON'T KNOW." 



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IN ONE SPORT currently running, Towson always 
manages to approach, when (seldom) we don't reach 
good, full strength. This is the hard, open game of 
soccer, into which the ofEcial eleven has just slid, wait- 
ing, as it were, to be joined by the rest of the fellows 
in intramural soccer. 

And this time, as almost always, we come with the 
argument that this is, practically speaking, a new ball 
club. There are only four hold-overs from very regular 
play last year, they being Q^ D. Thompson, Willard 
Gaver, Dick Coleman, and Creston Herold. The rest 
of the squad is last year's reserves (in the main Soph- 
omores, who are at present reaching the training which 
impels Coach Minnegan to announce that he can even 
set up an entire Sophomore team on the field ) . 

As we write this, two games have been played, namely 
against Virginia and Loyola College. The Teachers 
walked away with the first tilt by a 3-1 score. The 
writer saw that contest, and went away impressed with 
the general spirit and fight displayed. The home talent 
fights at every corner and for every play. This indicates 
that the team will be very, very hard to beat again this 
season. The Loyola game was lost to us, but this does 
not stand in our way. The soccer team is headed for 
large things for 1941. 

The balance of the schedule holds games with Lo- 
yola again, Hopkins (twice), Frostburg, Elizabethtown, 
Salisbury, and the Alumni, in October; and the pitch 
boys from Western Maryland in early November for 
the last tussle. 

It's a tough grind; but we insist that the Towsonmen 
will weather it through, very much alive and kicking. 

Archimo Krieger is at the goalie spot, and has per- 
formed creditably thus far. In front of him in the close 
defense positions are Sophomore Billy Mines (a nice 
basketball prospect, incidentally) and Willie Gaver, a 
Junior. Dick Coleman holds down the center-forward 
post, flanked at left half by Herold, and any one of 
these three: Harrys Fishpaugh and Stull, and Ned Lo- 
gan at right. Bark (Grendel) Spellman plays at center- 
forward, and the wings consist of Kid Wheeler the Bix 
and David Lloyd Cornthwaite (this'll demoralize 'em). 
Captain Thompson and Lueien Peters, both now stu- 
dent teaching, but both very much in action, boot 'em 
in from the insides. That's the regular assortment. 

Now, rounding out the squad are Astrin (Sr.), Wil- 

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liamson (Jr.), Boniface, Webster, and Rosenbaum (all 
Sophs), and Fowler, Diehl and Pulse who are Fresh- 
men. 

Now mark these games down in your little yellow 
book, and get out to bank some school (especially now) 
spirit. There's talk of a band which will play at all forth- 
coming home soccer games: 

Oct. 10— Loyola Home 

Oct. 14— Johns Hopkins Away 

Oct. 17— Frostburg Away 

Oct. 21— Elizabeth Home 

Oct. 24— Salisbury Home 

Oct. 28— Johns Hopkins Home 

Oct. 31— Alumni Home 

Nov. 3— Western Maryland .. .Flome 

The Coach for the Athletic Association announces 
the annual intramural soccer tourney which began last 
week. As we write, the results aren't in. But this angle 
is promising. Also, the basketball season is in the far 
ofEng, practice starting the first of November. 



Correction 

After we went to press we found out the whereabouts 
of Jack Owens. The former President of the Student 
Council (1938-39) is m the Third Training Battalion, 
Company D, Camp Wheeler, Georgia. He writes: 
"Army life hasn't been too bad so far. . . . Prelim- 
inar\- training is under way now. Drill, listen to lectures 
and have calisthenics dailv. Long-distance hikes to 
start soon. Guess Fll be a soldier bv time this is over!" 



Would it be going too far to say that the Stalins and 
the Hitlers constitute the new purgeoisie? They stand 
for government by purge. Purging must not be con- 
fused with liquidating. Class or race enemies are liqui- 
dated, but one's own friends, associates, and supporters 
are purged. 

— Topics of the Times, N. Y. Times. 
• • • 

She knew that I knew that her father was dead; 
She knew that I knew what a life he had led; 
She knew that I knew what she meant when she said, 
"Go see father." 

None but the foolish and uninformed can say "We 
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Mrs. Nagger: "John, is everything shut up for the 
night?" 

John: "That depends on you; everything else is." 

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LAST MINUTE FLASHES 

Dr. Kenneth Martin, vigorous addition to our 
Science Department, became engrossed in a con- 
versation with Virginia Lee White about cameras, 
and had the novel experience of seeing the school 
bus, which was taking his class to the harbor, pull 
out from under his nose! Left at the post, Dr. Mar- 
tin, left at the post. 

* * 

Vernon Albrecht had a Shep(ly) shape date at 
the Senior Dance. Bet(ty) you had a good time, 

Vernon. 

* * 

Charles Chilcoat and Mary Jones are "coo-hort- 
ing" around. Keeping up a Jones tradition, no 
doubt. 



What Soph was blamed for playing conductor 
on the Towson 
ed ambition, Mr. Webster? 



the other morning? Your thwart- 



The female portion of the school's all a-twitter 
to discover if Mr. Lembach has any feminine at- 
tachments. We'll let you know in the next issue. 

What Senior girl's password is now "Lafayette, 

we are here?" 

* * 

What Tower Light editor is losing her head 
over certain things? 



How much there is in the world which I do not 
want. —Socrates. 

These things call for implicit faith: democracy, 
love, and hash. — Pathfinder. 

* * 

Aesthete: A light-headed and empty-headed so- 
cial parasite who toils not nor spins, nor breeds; 
who is as anemic as a jelly-fish, and whose motto 
is "Art for Art's sake." — George A. Dorsey. 

* * 

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one receive advice, listen to it, welcome it. Men 
who hold positions of responsibility give the great- 
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Thanksgiving: 1941 

FOR many years now, since the time Thanksgiving was made a national lioliday, 
people have been calling our attention to the need in our midst for giving 
thanks to the powers that arc, for all the bounties bestowed upon us. Moreover, 
we have been asked to keep a steady eye on those less fortunate than us, that we 
may rest assured our lot is not after all sucli a miserable one. 

From the Indians down to the twentieth century, with its skyscrapers and 
lesser cultural objects. Thanksgiving has contained an idea of self-diminishment, 
of debts owed to those (or to Him) who grants us all the goods for which 
we are being grateful. All along, there has arisen a feeling of contentment, and of 
forgetting one's cares (much the same as one does on Sunday, when the week's 
work is done, and a whole new day remains for salving weary limbs). The rich had 
their turkey dinners, with all the stuffings, and even the poor had a bit of chicken 
fixed up to look like repast for nobility. 

Generally speaking, in times of peace and of plenty. Thanksgiving Day serves, 
for the many who observe it, as a reaffirmation, as further evidence of the grace of 
God, and the wondrous system underlying all things earthly. But in times of strain, 
especially brutal physical and nervous strain, Thanksgiving Day becomes a sort of 
escape for harried souls. 

What are we to say now, as we prepare to celebrate another day of thanksgiving? 
Are we to bemoan the strife and the struggle now raging? Are we, then, to give 
thanks that we are not as yet touched by the horrors of what is playfully called 
"War"? If we do so, if we do but give thanks for our deliverance from "War," we 
are selfish; those millions directly affected by the battles have nothing to say about it. 

Thanksgiving, then, should be but another occasion for the challenged people 
of all the world that celebrates the holiday, to give utterance to the powerful words, 
dvuamic democracy must be preserved. This will show that we are thankful for 
favors, and resentful of ill-domg. For, after all, when all is not well with us, for what 
should we be thankful? 



We Are Thankful 

It has been a customary, annual practice for Ameri- 
cans, since the year 1620, to celebrate Thanksgiving Day. 
It matters little whether it be on the third Thursday in 
November or on the first Monday in April. The signifi- 
cant thing is that this year, more than ever, we Amer- 
icans can be grateful for many blessings. 

We are thankful for freedom which allows men to be 
individuals, rather than dumb, driven cattle; for truth 
which governs mankind, instead of fallacious propa- 
ganda; for education which guides plastic minds, instead 
of regimentation which rules them; for fellowship which 
promotes charity, rather than censorship which sup- 
presses it and last, but not least, for Tom, Dick, and 
Harry, who have valiantly left their homes to march, 
peel potatoes, and brandish a gun (only for practice, 
thank God! ) in the struggle for democracy. 



Honorable Confusion 

ON page 4 of this Tower Light is an article by 
Miss Jeanette V. Ulrich which decries all the talk 
and planning current among the student body for a 
genuine, workable Honor System, so-called. 

We hope, of course, that the confusion which is to 
be seen in the contribution, entitled "Loved I Not 
Honor More . . . ", is not typical of the condition of 
mind of the rest of the students here. There is certainly 
no room at all in this discussion of whether or not the 
students are basically honorable. It is even irrelevant 
to the main point to find out why students cheat in 
tests or take home books belonging to the library and/or 
to others. All we know is that books are being stolen 
(that is the word we may use) to the extent of several 
hundreds of dollars worth. Last year, for example, the 
large sum of $360 was removed quite painlessly (thus 
far) from out of the mass of breakage money which we 
all pay when we enter. Now it may be none of our busi- 
ness whether an individual cheats at testing time; as the 
writer says further, quoting Shaw, "Better keep yourself 
clean and bright." This is all right for examinations, be- 
cause the dirtv-windowed person himself suffers by the 
fact that he escapes. But we become quite resentful 
when a book is taken and we all must stand the charges. 
More than "clean windows" are required to remove this 
evil. There has to be an organized set of standards to 
which every student (in these things) must adhere. By 
getting the feeling that he himself is equal to the task 
of being responsible for his own ways, one is led on to 
confidence, and a more honest life. 

Moreover, we hasten to add that a student-formed set 
of honor regulations will give the college even more 
of the college-appearince. It is very important that a 
college student be made to feel the sense of his own 
dignity. It is not important that the students are "basic- 
ally" all honest. Rather than being an "insult to every 
honorable student," such a system as is here contem- 
plated would be a way of complimenting each of these, 
and saying, "Look here, you students, you're old enough 
to take care of your own affairs, and we look for you to 
be good, sound, honest college students." If we weren't 
worthy of self-government, we should not have even 
a student council. 

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Contents 



EDITORIALS 1-3 

"LOVED I NOT HONOR MORE" 4 

HAVE YOU MET? 5 

IN OUR MAILBOX 6 

WHEN THEY WERE VERY YOUNG, . 7 

OPEN FORUM 8-9 

THE GREAT ONE OVER THE DARK 10 

SO WHAT 13 

SCIENGE 13 

DRESSING ROOM 15 

RESEARCH PERVERTED 15 

MUSIG 16 

"FOLLIES OF THE FACULTY" 16 

BOOKS 17 

BEAUTY IS SKIN DEEP 18 

A MODERN SADIE HAWKINS' TALE . 19 

COLLEGE NEWS 20 

UP FROM THE RANKS 21 

SAD BUT TRUE 21 

WANTED: B. L. DEGREE 22 

OF THEE I SING (?)... 23 

STREET-CAR RIDING 23 

LIFE 24 



TOWER LIGHT 



The "New" Tower Light 

THERE has been a revolution of a sort taking place directly under our noses — a revolution in the system of 
the Tower Light, the new student publication. The Tower Light as it will come to the public begiinn'ng 
with this current issue is, we might go so far as to say, completely independent of anything that constituted the 
Tower Light of years gone by. 

We have embarked upon a policy which we hope will lead ns in a completely new direction. We are setting up 
as a general goal the creation of a paper in which all the interests of the student body for a given month will be 
covered; a magazine which will be awaited anxiously by all the students because of its service as a medium for some 
of the cultural improvements so needed by us all; a magazine which will be the product of the whole student bodv, 
a paper which will be the voice of the entire college. 

The first step in our embarkation was the setting free of the staff from any restrictions imposed from without. 
Dr. Lynch, faculty advisor to the Tower Light, has herself said — and by this time the whole school should know 
this — that a college paper is the organ of the students. This must imply that whatever enters the columns of the 
Tower Light be creative and original. It further implies that the editorial board have practically a free hand in 
the determination of what shall and what shall not be printed, bound, of course, by the natural limitation of self- 
respect and courtesy. 

The final large implication is that all the technical details shall be in the hands of the editorial board, assisted 
by the faculty in only those aspects wherein the logical immaturity (relative) of youth obstructs the way to 
complete freedom. 

So much for the staff's powers. But the staff has, in addition, a certain job to do in the framework of the al- 
lotted powers. The chief one, of course, is the acquisition and the selection of contributions. One way is to know 
exactly what is wanted for a specific issue of the Tower Light, and to be able to ferret out the necessary material. 
The editorial staff must, therefore, know where contributions may be gotten. Hence if we are interested in getting a 
sound, experienced-based reaction to a new book on education — let us say, for example, Craig's excellent book. 
Science for Elementary School Teachers — we would go to a faculty member who is in a position to know con- 
cerning these things, and we invite from him a contribution which, when complete, will be printed in the Books 
section of the Tower Light. And if, for example, we are seeking an article on the development of a certain type 
of art, or of poetry, we invite contributions from members of the Art or Poetry departments of the school, or from 
staff-members of the Art or Poetry departments, since theoretically, at least, being a T.L. staff member in a 
particular branch of work implies being well informed in that branch. 

On the other hand, suppose a student gets himself an idea which he feels might be of interest to the school 
as a whole. For him there are two avenues, one being a contribution to our regular columns to be judged for its 
literary value and the need which it fills; the other is the Open Forum column, in which anv one ha\'ing a bone to 
pick with a system, or a technique, or any one having suggestions which might benefit others, may feel free to en- 
ter, providing of course we in the office know who it was wrote the letter. 

But there is still more to this business of getting out a paper than having articles, as such. As Mr. Branford 
Millar is fond of asking, and with justification, do we want our Tower Light to have a motive, a plan, a direc- 
tion, or do we want it just to happen, much as the sun rises early in the morning and sets by night? 

This question is up entirely to the staff who, in turn, promises to plan the idea, and not let the idea run all 
over us. 

However vou may see the issue, please never lose sight of the fact that the Tower Light is the property of the 
entire student bodv. If you want to compete with regular staff writers, in your contributions, no one will object, 
just so long as such contributions maintain a certain standard of excellence, and are reasonably vital. If you do not 
wish to compete, the Open Forum columns are open always to you. And if there is dissatisfaction here and now, it is 
for us to modify our systems and give the students exactly what they want. For the moment we are trying to 
give to the college what we feel the college should want. It will surely be found that there isn't much difference be- 
tween the two. And in the long run, when, happily, we all have approached a standard of excellence to which our 
further college generations may look up to for inspiration, it will be the opinion of the student body which will de- 
termine whether or not we have done the right thing. 

NOVEMBER 1941 3 



"Loved I Not Honor More" 



A 



N honor system, they say. Incredible. To system- 
atize honor! To make it a tangible, measurable af- 
fair! Foolish, don't you think, my ethical readers? Or 
perhaps you, too, think me too idealistic. HONOR. 
Does it or does it not reside in the hearts of men? It 
can't be that there are no perfectly honorable men. 
Doesn't every true man have at least one point of 
honor? I've always thought so. Despite circumstantial 
evidence to the contrary, I still believe that the men and 
women of our college are basically honorable. 

Certainly, books have disappeared. Yes, pictures were 
taken from the bulletin board. I'm even willing to admit 
(though reluctantly) that cheating during tests has oc- 
curred; homework exchanged; untruths told. Why? Be- 
cause people delight in being dishonorable? Hardly. Be- 
cause some material gain is desired? Perhaps. To pre- 
serve one's whole personality? Yes. Isn't it simpler to 
cheat on a test than to lose respect in the eyes of the 
instructor and the rest of the class when the test results 
are known? Isn't it simpler to pass someone else's work 
off as one's own rather than lose face by admitting that 
one was lazy, indifferent, incompetent? When facts in 
that textbook are essential to passing the course isn't it 
simpler to just take it from the library and keep it where 
one can always have easy access to it rather than struggle 
with fifty other students, all trying to lay hands on it? 
Yes, of course. It's quite easy to understand why a per- 
son would do such things. It is human and laudable to 
try to preserve one's respect and reputation. 

BUT — isn't there another - — a far better — way? 
Aren't these methods rather weak, easily detected, and 
uncertain? If discovered, wouldn't they bring greater 
loss of respect and damage to one's personality? Cer- 
tainly. If for no other reason than that such conduct is 
dangerous, it's important to refrain from it. That's the 
materialistic point of view. 

Spiritually, there's a deeper conviction that governs 
one's behavior. The belief in HONOR. Ceorge Bernard 
Shaw said, "You cannot believe in honor until vou have 
achieved it. Better keep yourself clean and bright; you 
are the window through which you must see the world." 
How many of us have achieved honor — really? If not, 
how can we believe in it? If we don't believe in honor 
how can we believe in an honor system? If we have 
achieved it, we don't need an honor system! Such a sys- 
tem would be a personal insult to every honorable stu- 
dent. Could such a system be imposed on dishonorable 
men to reform them? Do laws make men moral? Has the 
invention of the electric chair done away with mur- 
derers? Will nagging and propaganda for honor fall on 
any but deaf ears? 



HONOR, my friends, is not relative to time nor place 
nor circumstance. An explanation of a dishonorable act 
does not condone it. Passive toleration of dishonor in 
others is not an attribute of a truly honorable man. This, 
then, is the only way to combat dishonor in our fellow 
students: social ostracism — active scorn on the part of 
each student toward one whom we know to be dishon- 
orable. Apathy is our greatest enemy. 

YES! I still believe m HONOR!' I do NOT believe 
in a so-called honor "system." Does your window need 
washing? — Jeanette V. Ulrich. 



The Real Issue 

ACCORDING to Ernest Haeekel's clock of an- 
tiquity, on which all the ages of the earth are rep- 
resented by one round of the dial, man has existed only 
five minutes out of the twelve hours and so-called civil- 
ized man only five seconds. A generation is surely but 
a fleeting shadow in the light of the vast unknown eons 
of time revealed in geologic formations. Certainly our 
ego must shrink when we consider that this earth with 
its struggling millions and, indeed, our entire solar sys- 
tem itself is but a speck in the mass of heavenly bodies 
within our ken. 

Man is but a fragile craft upon the raging sea of time 
and space, ignorant, cringing, confused. In his folly he 
strives to conquer nature when nature is no enemy. Na- 
ture has a continuity and an order which is readily under- 
stood as soon as man is prepared to understand. Man 
has no enemy but himself. His hates, greeds, prejudices, 
desires — all so petty in the majestic scheme of things- 
cast him into blighting war, bitter poverty, and harrow- 
ing disease. Unmindful of his insignificance and un- 
mindful of a greater Law of Love and Order, man grap- 
ples with man to gain a moment of childish might and 
dominance. 

Life is a school which instructs and disciplines her 
unruly charges. Unfortunately we do not see the truth 
until we are too faint to shout it in the market places. 
The voices of the wise are too feeble to quell the battle 
cries of a confused youth. Each generation, its energies 
dissipated in chaos, must learn what the generation be- 
fore it learned. Each individual, warped and embittered, 
must learn as the ages have learned that right, not might, 
is our calhng: that victory is ever followed by defeat; 
that man's greatest privilege and greatest achievement 
in his few brief seconds here is friendship, warmth of 
human affection, and kindly deeds. Our dreams for the 
human race can never begin to come true until the 
petty, undesirable things of our hearts ar,e cast out and 
replaced by a throbbing love for, our fellow man. 



TOWER LIGHT 



i 



Have You Met - - - 



PRESENTING - 

loNA ClAYTOR 
President ot the. Senior Class 

To tell vou about lona would fill a set of books, for 
lona is no ordinar\' individual in form, feature, face, or 
limb. By the time this issue of the Tower Light ajD- 
pears she will have returned to the campus after having 
li\-ed through the last chapters of one of life's major 
problems (i.e., student teaching). Since lona is a sci- 
entific person we shall approach her from an organized 
angle. 

Ph\sically: Tall, dark, with full grown bi-peds (8 or 
9 or ma^•be 10). Eyes as luscious as a bovine's. Nice 
liead of hair worn to suit the weather. Good appetite. 

Mentallv: Acute powers of concentration, discrimi- 
nation, and association. Belongs to the isolated group 
of grav matter known as Kappa Delta Pi. 

Emotionally: Calm, cool, and collected. Has definite 
heart attachments. Does not get excited except on rare 
occasions. 

Socially: Lots of fun. 

Collectively: A swell girl. 



Frances Shores 

Yict-VxQ'&idcni of the Senior Class 

Harry sat on the typewriter in the T.L. office while 
I coaxed Frances away by waving a Ferguson and Bruun 
at her: that's how I dug this info out of our v. p. 

Blushing modestly, she admitted that she is quite 
fond of sleeping and Dickens and that she is skeptical 
about convention and progressive education. At this 
point Warren Wendler rushed into the T.L. office with 
an 18-page story and we were almost too weak to go on 
with the interview. But, I did learn that Frances' secret 
ambition is to be a professional tramp with no strings 
attached in order that she mav gain some first-hand in- 
formation for some distant social studies unit. She wants 
to teach in Puerto Rico, the Hawaiian Islands, or Alaska 
(your guess is as good as mine as to the reason). 

If vou are wondering about her more private life — 
she has a mvsterious locket, a rollicking sense of humor, 
and a repertoire of "tall stories." She's not averse to eat- 
ing, worries about T.L. finances, and calls most every- 
one "gate." Her "After Hours" are a moot question but 
we know more than she thinks we do. 

And that's Frances. 



Miss White — The Worker 

President of the Junior Chss 

"Just say that my hair and eyes match," said helpful 
Betty — and I'm obliging her. But I didn't promise not 
to add to that description of the Junior Class Presi- 
dent. Miss Wliite has the curliest head of hair at S. T. 
C; measures 5 feet IVi inches in her bare feet; and has 
one more year before she can vote — "against the pres- 
ent administration!" 

Betty (and she doesn't spell it Bettyc or Bettej likes 
sports: tennis, swimming, and badminton ("I'm crazy 
about the last"); she plays the piano beautifullv and 
takes lessons at Peabody; she is intensely interested in 
the Sunday school class she teaches — eight bovs be- 
tween the ages of eleven and twelve; social service work 
for her church consumes much of her time; and she 
likes to read poetry "in anthologies." 

This rather small human dvnamo of energv and "get- 
it-doneness' had a most interesting experience this sum- 
mer: She had a scholarship to studv for six weeks at 
Chautauqua, New York. The house where she stayed 
had girls from thirty different States, and she felt, in 
consequence, that she had toured the country. The sub- 
jects she chose for study were harmony and counter- 
point, Spanish, and — shades of junior presidency — 
parliamentary procedure! As a dignified reporter I didn't 
blink an eyelash. 

That just about sums up Betty White, one of the 
most sincere hard workers and efficient class presidents 
I have ever known. And just in ease several of you would 
like to see the young lady in action, go over to the cam- 
pus school on any Thursday morning and peep into the 
auditorium. Bettv — in her spare moments — plavs the 
piano for Miss McDonald's chorus class! 



Marvel Williams 
Viee-President of the Junior Class 

The Vice-President of the Junior Class? Oh, you 
mean Marvel ^^^illiams, that litle blonde who has her 
fingers in all the social pies of the dormitory-. She's social 
chairman of the resident students as well as being chief 
backer-upper of Miss White in her administration over 
the Juniors. Last vear she was Student Council Repre- 
sentative for the Sophomores and an active member 
of the Rural Club. 

Needless to say — Marvel's from the West. E\er\- 
body knows that! They'\-e all (Continued on page 19) 



NOVEMBER 



1941 



Letter from Britain: 

The Promised Land, North Hohnwood, 
Dear Miss Joslin: Dorking, Surrey, June 6th 

Thank you for your letter of Mav 3rd. Yes, I do re- 
member visiting Cleveland and the school, but I was 
in so man^■ places and met so manv hundreds of people 
and spoke to so man\- thousands of children (and grown- 
ups) it has all become a little blurred in mv memory. 

You say many kind things about me and my work. 

I know Laura Richards' work and also that of Rachel 
Field, whom I know personally. Thev are both first-rate 
writers — and I have quoted them many, many times. 
My own feeling — a very strong one — is that in order 
to write things that children will like vou have to be a 
certain kind of person. If you aren't, it's no good trying. 

You will see that I actually am living at the Promised 
Land. My pretty flat in London was recenth' entirely de- 
molished and THAT comes into mv last article — "Hats 
and Bombs." 

In the autumn Methuen's are publishing my new 
book of rhymes. I think they are rather different from 
previous ones — more universal in character. This has 
come about because I have been in contact here with 
working class people's children, who are rather different 
from what I call the nursery and mummy kind. I hap- 
pen to have known more of that kind and was brought 
up that way. That is a gain in some ways. Working folk 
here have little time to attend to the imaginative needs 
of their children — the mothers are so busv. 

America has always been very kind to me and my 
American public is very valuable there always. We need 
American dollars here (nationally) and I need Amer- 
ican dollars personally as paper is so short here that it is 
very difficult to plan books in England. 

We are all keeping our chins up and even rationing 
has its very funny side. Friendly shop-girls produce par- 
cel packets of the foods that are scarce in a conspiratorial 
way from the main counters. "I've got half-a-pound of 
dates I can let you have" — or "You can have a quarter 
of biscuits if you wish" — sometimes it's even an or- 
ange! We haven't been hungry — don't believe it if you 
hear it, but it has been tiresome, particularly in the 
country places. 

We are all very, very glad that America is now wide 
awake to what might have happened if she had gone on 
dozing. Even now it must be difficult for you to realize 
how much everybody's life has been altered bv this 
tragic business. 

Thank you for your kind letter. I have written at some 
length to show you that I appreciate the kindness. 

Yours sincerely. 

Rose Fyleman. 



Letter from Puerto Rico: 

{Editois Note — The Seniors usudUy think they 

are facing a huge pwblem when they are trying to 

decide in which county oi city they shall teach. 

Here is the stoiy of Hazel Moxley, Class of '39, who 

made her decision between the United States and 

Puerto Rico.) 
Dear Miss Tansil: Yauco, Puerto Rico. 

I have enjoyed my experience and work a great deal 
and realizing that there are certain arguments against 
doing this, I hope that I won't regret it too much. It is 
so lovely here and the people so kind and hospitable 
that I am glad I am here. 

I am living with a Puerto Rican family. They are anx- 
ious to have Continentals live with them, and it has 
meant so much more to me to say that I am an Ameri- 
can. It seems to be a password. 

I know you want to know what kind of work I am 
doing. I am teaching English to the seventh and eighth 
grades in the elementary school here. I have seven classes 
a day and they are large classes, numbering from thirty- 
six to forty-five students. I like my work so much and it 
is such a satisfaction to work with children who are so 
willing and anxious to learn. Their English, though lim- 
ited, is very good and they express themselves in a very 
nice manner. 

There is a great need here for Continental teachers. 
They can't get enough to fill the vacancies that have oc- 
curred, and there is a growing need because of the great 
numbers of Americans who have come here to work on 
defense projects. I have met many of them and they are 
just as enthusiastic as I about the island. 

I am enclosing two samples of work done in one of my 
English classes. I appreciate this so much because they 
find difficulty in expressing themselves in English. It 
shows their feeling for their island and to them it is the 
most beautiful place in the world. They will be so glad 
to know that these copies have gone to the States. It is 
their ambition to go there and take advantage of all that 
is available. 



Sincerely, 



Hazel Moxley. 



This is one of the compositions written by the children: 
Puerto Rico, for me is the most beautiful place in the 
world. It is like a brilliant jewel in the middle of the 
ocean. It is the most colorful garden ever to see. With 
its plants, flowers, cities, mountains, and valleys it is 
like paradise. The giant cocoanut palms are like guards 
on the shores. The sugar cane is like small boys, all 
jointed together in play. The mountains are like huge 
giants overlooking the peaceful dream of the valley 
which is lost in the shadow. — Carlos Soto. 



6 



TOWER LIGHT 



When They Were Very Young 



(ADR A M A 



Time— 8:30 on a morning long, long ago. 

Place— A school room decorated in a pre-Judd fashion. 

Ch-\r.\cters— The teacher 



The pupils: 
Harriet Curt 
Emma 
Jane 
Foster 
Harold 



Theresa 
Compton Eunice 
Pearl Bernice 

Clarice Becky 

Helen Joe 

(The curtain opens and Harriet, Jane, Emma and 
Bernice enter. Jane is carr^■ing a huge armful of books.) 

Jane: "Oh, good\', good\'. We are the first ones here 
todaw" 

Emma: "I had to come earh' to practice conducting 
'America' for the assembly today. Watch me." (She 
waves her hands in huge gestures and accents the down 
beat with deep knee bends. Harold, Foster, and Curt 
come in. Harold throws his books across the room, aim- 
ing at his desk, but missing.) 

Foster: "Sa\', Jane, did I tell }'0u the one about the 
chorus girl and the trained seal?" (They go into a hud- 
dle.) 

Bernice: 'Tm sorry, children, but — " 

Jane (opening her books) : "Now I want to share my 
treasures with vou. Here is a lovely book about a farm—" 

Foster: "Sorrv, Jane, Harold and I are going to play 
ball." (Foster and Harold dash out, almost knocking 
over Beckv and Joe, who are entering.) 

Joe (going to the window) : "Remember, Becky, last 
night I said that I'd show you the moon shining in the 
day time? (Theresa runs in breathlesslv. Compton trails 
her.) 

Theresa: "Oh, girls, Fve just had the most wonderful 
idea. Let's organize a committee to send citronella to 
Southern soldiers. Just think of the poor — " 

Compton: "Well, I move that we take up a collection 
to bu\' one of those new things called cameras." 

Harriet: "Wliat is a camera?" 

Compton: "It's a new method of reproducing facial 
images." 

Harriet: "Who's face?" 

Curt (expansively) : "Now look, Harriet, it's like a 
mirror because — " 

Harriet: "Is it a mirror or isn't it?" 

Curt: "No, it's not a mirror. It's — " 

Harriet: "Well, what is it?" 

(Eunice, Clarice, and Pearl enter, backed by Foster 
and Harold. Pearl takes off her hat.) 



Pearl: "Theresa, where is your bonnet? You know 
that all ladies wear hats." 

Harriet: "Not necessarily. Clarice, why are you sitting 
there so quietly?" 

Clarice: "I am tied to my chair bv my apron strings." 

Pearl: "Why don't you untie them?" 

Clarice: "I am waiting for Harold's social heredity to 
overcome his physical hereditv and for him to untie 
them." 

Eunice: "Girls, this is the last storv I'll tell you about 
m\' little nephew, but — " 

Bernice (interrupting) : "Children, I am sorry, but — " 

(Harold shoots a spitball that catches the teacher as 
she enters.) 

Teacher: "Harold, go stand in the corner, immedi- 
ately! Helen, late again! (Helen runs in.) 

Helen (panting) : "I am so sorry. I just couldn't find 
the class today." 

(The bell rings.) 
Author's Note: Any resemblance of characters to per- 
sons living or dead is purely accidental. 



■-♦— 



November 

Over the ridge in this bright weather 

Walks the wise old man. 
His hair is smoky, his eyes are green. 
His hat i: laced with an orange feather. 
The ditty he whistles is sweet and wan 
As late-staying swallows singing together 
Or dr\- leaves rustling on a dry lawn 
Or the sweet scent of apples that wither. 
See him you mav not, but hear him you can. 
Over the ridge in this bright weather. 

-J.C. 
-»-— ^ 

Layton— "Are vou fond of indoor sports?" 
Sallv — "Yes, if thev know when to go home." 



Dots— "Do vou tell vour husband e\er\'thing?" 
Eleanor— "No, he won't listen to me more than an 
hour or two at a stretch." 

• • • 

Mrs. Dinoean— "Thev say the war is causing a great 
increase in the number of marriages." 

Dinoean- "I thought we had agreed not to keep drag- 
ging up the horrors of war." 



NOVEMBER 



1941 



Open Forum 



To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

I'd like to know what the elementary school in Bal- 
timore Cit\' has to offer young men who plan to teach. 
For some time I have talked with graduates of our col- 
lege, but it didn't take me long to realize that the 
women were much more content than the men teaching 
in the elementary schools. In fact, those young men 
who admitted they were satisfied with their work were 
few and far between. Are there any professional reasons 
underlying this puzzling condition? Is it because of the 
"Educational System" in Baltimore? Is it because of the 
elementary schools themselves, or is it the men who are 
at fault? These unanswered questions have been in my 
mind for a long time, and now I would like someone to 
answer them. 

When I entered this college, I was immature and 
really didn't know what I wanted to do when I "grew 
up." I wasn't quite sure I had started on the right 
path, even though my interests and qualities seemed 
to indicate I would make a good teacher of children. 
However, since my short stay here I have become more 
confused than ever. I have learned many surprising 
things about the elementary school system in Baltimore 
of which I was totally ignorant when I registered at this 
college. This knowledge is the result of having talked 
with dozens of people and making many observations 
concerning men as elementary school teachers. 

First: While men graduates teaching in the counties 
can expect to be promoted within four or five years to a 
position as vice- principal or principal, those in the citv 
can look forward to many more long years of being just 
a plain teacher. Baltimore seems to favor women as 
principals, demonstration and practice teachers, but the 
counties of Maryland definitely have the men in mind 
when promotion time rolls around. Most of us will agree 
with that. But why does such a condition exist? Aren't 
the men teaching in Baltimore just as accomplished as 
those in the county? Aren't some of the men just as well 
qualified for promotion as the women who snare the top 
honors? Or what? 

Second: I have spoken to pitifully few iiien teaching 
in the elementary school system in Baltimore City who 
sincerely enjoy their work! The men are dissatisfied be- 
cause of a variety of reasons, the two most "popular" 
being: (a) There is too much planning to be done — 
not enough time for a normal life including recreation, 
exercise, and eight hours of sleep; and (b) The subjects 
are made too stereotyped because of restricting courses 
of study and unsympathetic supervisors. I have been 



told other reasons, but perhaps you already know of 
their existence. 

Third: There is little chance for progression in teach- 
ing for those who wish to try another field of pedagogy. 
A fine example of the educational system's lack of un- 
derstanding is shown by the attitudes of men who wield 
most power in the schools. Let us dwell briefly on the 
sentiment toward men graduates of our college who 
wish to teach in the secondary schools. Although there 
have been and always will be elementary school teach- 
ers, particularly men, who desire to teach older children, 
the bigwigs in Baltimore openly take opposing sides of 
the issue, when there should be a definite attitude to- 
wards problems such as these. Some show little respect 
and much contempt toward elementary teachers who ask 
how they can become eligible to teach in junior high 
or high schools. Another factioir advises these men to 
follow through their desires but to take care to do so in 
a secret manner, behind the backs of their co-workers. 
Of course, all of these noteworthy personages are entitled 
to their own opinions, but it seems to me that it would 
be much more sensible and would save many a voung 
male teacher's disillusionment, if a common attitude or 
policy were adopted toward this and other problems 
that arise daily in our large school system. Is this an in- 
dication of disunity in our school system? I'd like to 
know. 

I feel that all of these questions should be answered. 
No, I demand that these questions be answered — if 
only as a duty of our college to enlighten us students! 

You could answer this article in one of several ways. 
You could tell me that the men in Baltimore are in- 
ferior to the women and that that is why they find 
teaching more difficult, are not promoted as quickly, and 
consequently are chscontent. You could claim that the 
fault is due to the system used in Baltimore. Or you 
could say that the conditions I've mentioned don't 
even exist. You could claim that I have been e.xaggerat- 
ins and that even though there are traces of the circum- 
stances I've mentioned, they are so small there is really 
no problem with which to contend. 

But bear in mind these facts. Male enrollment in our 
college is dropping. We have never had a large male 
group, because the men weren't attracted by the oppor- 
tunities existing in the elementary school. In these times, 
when more teachers are urgently needed but less men 
are considering teaching, something drastic must be 
done to stabilize, and possibly increase the number of 
men in our college. It can be done, if Baltimore has 

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Forum 



something attractive to olier men who teach in ele- 
mentary schools! 

Doesn't Baltimore, with a supposedly superior educa- 
tional system, want any more men in the elementary 
schools? Shades of Socrates! 

Senior. 

• • • 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

On the questionnaire that the three upper classes 
filled out recently was this question: "Do you have a 
quiet place at home to study?" It should have been: 
"Can you find a quiet place in school to study?" If you 
can, you had better keep it under your hat. 

The conditions in our college library are none too con- 
ducive to good work. At times this room resembles 
Grand Central Station with friends (who haven't seen 
each other for just ages — a period or two) greeting one 
another profuselv. Then again round-table discussions 
are quite popular. Noises arising from these groups re- 
semble anything from a low mutter to a good healthy 
shout. An empty classroom would provide much more 
suitable camping grounds. Then there are those who 
think that the spaces between the bookshelves in the 
west library are soundproofed. If only they were! 

Some people contend that one is better able to con- 
centrate in the midst of disturbances. What does it mat- 
ter then whether or not we have a quiet place at home 
if it isn't necessary in our library? 

A Soph. 

• • • 

Congratulations 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

Congratulations on those clever posters which have 
been brightening the lower corridor. Let's hope the 
standard is maintained! 

October 22, 1941. One of the 96%. 

• • • 

Wants Living Wage! 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

Before I came to this venerable institution I lived in 
a hazy dream that a teacher made a "good" salary; by 
that I mean a decent living wage. I wonder if the rest of 
the student body has as yet been as disillusioned as I 
have. I understand the helper on a garbage truck in Bal- 
timore City (you know, the man who trundles the 
wagon with the tub of garbage on it and empties it into 
the truck) gets more than many teachers. If the city or 
State fathers continue to sit on their well-fed-and- 
clothcd haunches and view this condition with their 
usual equable good nature, I can readily understand 

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why our enrollment will contiuLic to dwindle in the en- 
suing years. Because, certainly, those "in the know" 
won't remain sphinxes forever and let otiicr unsuspect- 
ing souls in on a bad bargain. 

There are those, I know, who say that it is unprofes- 
sional to put salary above the joy of teaching. I am not 
saying that I do. If you really enjoy your job and put 
your all into it, there is no amount of money to equal 
the joy of doing your bit well. However, the word unpro- 
fessional may be used very glibly to cover a multitude of 
sins. There is, after all, such a thing as society, which has 
certain minimum requirements for a teacher's standards 
of living. Pray tell me why that same society refuses to 
grant the wherewithal to meet their requirements? Is 
the job of garbage collecting of more importance than 
the work of the schools? Wages in other work have risen 
tremendously in the defense boom. Correspondingly, 
the costs of living have risen. Not many teachers, speci- 
fically, will be able to meet the increased costs of living 
on $18.50 a week unless they remain family parasites 
indefinitely. 

Why aren't the students here enlightened on this 
subject until they become third or fourth-year students? 
It seems to be a tabooed subject, or even one in which 
the facts are not known. Seems to me it is only com- 
mon sense to want to know just where you stand be- 
fore taking a job. This common sense element has 
nothing to do with a person's teaching for the remuner- 
ative versus the idealistic end. The idealistic conception 
should always be the prime aim of a true teacher, but 
even the most ardent cloud-chaser has to put his feet 
on solid ground and cope with some of the sordid prob- 
lems of life every now and then. 

I should like to see some discussion in the Forum as 
to how other students may feel about the subject. If \ou 
have made it a point to find out more about the teacher's 
salary, do you think it a fair return for the amount of 
work a conscientious person puts into his job? In view 
of present economic conditions, what are your reactions 
to the situation from a practical viewpoint? Do you 
think it unprofessional even to discuss the subject? 

Towson, October 21. 



Willie— "What is the difference bet\\een capital and 
labor, Dad?" 

Dad— "Well, son, the money you lend represents cap- 
ital and getting it back represents labor." 
• • • 

Mother— "Johnnie, wh)- don't you gi\e your little sis- 
ter the bigger piece of candy? E\-en the old hen feeds 
her chicks the dainties and takes only a little herself." 

Johnnie — "I'd do the same. Mom, if it was worms." 



The Great One Over the Dark 



A SHORT STORY 



by Warren Wendler 



. . . different and unknown, 

Far stranger than night, 

The darkness that lies 

'Twixt the night a!:d the light. . . . 

1HAVE heard it said that the more you are able to 
surprise the reader, the more you are able to charm 
him. I have likewise heard that there is nothing so fas- 
cinating as the inexplicable. I prefer, then, to consider 
these contentions as "raisons d'etre" for my phantasy. 
The following is an excerpt from the Edgewood Col- 
lege Clarion; 

"Roman Talle. As I remember him, he was not 
so much a sensitive person that his strange experi- 
ence could honestly be attributed to sensitivity or 
imagination. On the contrary, he was more often 
than not regarded — but falsely so — as above, be- 
yond, and impervious to discomforts and diseases 
which the more ordinary individual might consider 
painful. Thus, those of us who were intimate ac- 
quaintances of his hesitate to accept the theory that 
he had allowed his imagination to dominate the 
acute faculties which we had learned to respect so 
greatly. We likewise hesitate to accept the theory 
that he had been insane over a long period of time. 
Indeed, mere acquaintance with the man went far 
to discredit this. That he became insane perhaps 
cannot be denied or certainly, if denied, not ra- 
tionally so; but we who knew him contend that 
some force, some stress, some experience — very 
probably unknown to us — drove him to lunacy, 
something, we believe, of a very violent, powerful 
and hideous nature." 

Roman Talle had been a student at Edgewood Uni- 
versity for three years and in those three years had oc- 
cupied a room upon the campus. It was not because 
these quarters had proved uncomfortable or inconven- 
ient that he and his friend Falloway, upon beginning 
the fourth year, decided to obtain a room in town. As 
Roman Talle himself had said, he "had just wanted to 
stay somewhere else this year." And that was all. Ac- 
cordingly, he and his friend investigated and found liv- 
ing quarters in a boarding house on the edge of town, 
not more than a quarter of a mile from the University 
grounds. The establishment was to all appearances re- 

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spectable and their room neat, clean, and cozy, all that 
they could possibly desire. Of course, there wasn't a new 
piece of furniture in the place with the exception of the 
reading lamp that stood in the corner to the left of the 
easy chair, but the two roommates could find no justifi- 
able reason for complaint. 

Several weeks passed swiftly by, largely occupied with 
the normal activities of any student settling down to the 
task of adjusting himself to the rigors of college life. 
There was much to be done, and very little time for rest 
or thought or pleasure, much less for insignificant de- 
tails. Thus, Roman Talle, so preoccupied with his col- 
lege work, found no opportunity to realize that all was 
not as it should be with him in his quarters. 

But then came a Friday night. 

Roman Talle had been planning all that afternoon 
to accompany Falloway along with several other students 
to the one theatre of which the town could boast. He 
was the sort of person who is very appreciative and very 
easilv impressed when it comes to entertainment, and 
the theatre provided a truly satisfactory source of rec- 
reation for him. And so he and his friends set out that 
night as thev had decided to do. It was when the group 
had arrived at the very entrance of the establishment 
that Roman Talle experienced the sudden and bewilder- 
ing desire to walk, to get awav from his friends some- 
how. It was not customary for him to act on impulse, but 
he did so in this instance. He mumbled something about 
a thesis which demanded his immediate attention and 
begged to be excused. As he walked swiftlv away, the 
others looked after him with surprise and a little mystifi- 
cation in their eyes. 

Roman Talle struck out for the edge of the town, 
whence he headed toward the University campus. Away 
from his friends now, he slowed his pace somewhat. 
What he had done was very confusing to him and he 
dismissed unpleasant thoughts from his mind only with 
difficulty. 

The night was a very ordinary night. It was fairly cool 
and thus far clear enough so that stars were in constant 
evidence overhead. This was not the first time that Ro- 
man Talle had made this walk and, as always, he en- 
joved it. Just beyond the campus, he could see the shin- 
ing ribbon that was Bruck Run; and some of the peace 
and quietude of that eternally moving stream entered 
his soul and calmed him considerably. When he reached 

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the college grounds, he saw, by virtue of the lighted 
windows, that the campus library was still open. Some- 
what addicted to reading, he entered and browsed about 
a bit before selecting a novel, Wolfe's "The Web and 
the Rock," and departed. 

As he was climbing the steps to his room, a glance 
at his watch told him that it was close to nine o'clock. 
It was much too early to retire when he reached his room 
and switched on the light. He took up the novel with- 
drawn from the library, seated himself in the easy chair 
under the reading lamp in the corner, and began to read. 
It is a compliment, indeed, to the novel that he con- 
tinued to read for an entire hour without once inter- 
rupting himself or getting out of his easy chair. 

It was several minutes past ten o'clock when he laid 
the book aside. In preparation for the busy dav which 
would confront him on the morrow, he decided to get 
ready for bed. The onlv light in the room at this point 
was that provided by the reading lamp. It was then 
necessary, in order to bed himself down properly, that 
he turn on the large room light bv means of the switch 
on the wall on the other side of the room. Usuallv, he 
would have crossed the space to this switch and turned 
on the large light before turning off the reading lamp. 
Tonight, however, without thinking, he got up and ex- 
tinuished the lamp light, plunging the room into total 
darkness. There was no light from the windows, for the 
shades had been drawn. 

Immediately confused, Roman Talle began to stretch 
out a hand for the reading lamp cord in order to turn 
on the lamp light again; but he decided to feel his way 
across the ten or fifteen-foot space that separated him 
from the wall. Then he intended to edge along the wall 
until he contacted the light switch. 

And so, with this in mind, he took several cautious 
steps forward. Immediately he felt very strange. The 
floor of the room had been entirely covered by a thick, 
soft rug just a few seconds ago. But now he felt as if 
he were walking on a hard floor, a floor without a rug! 

Roman Talle, although not easily frightened, was 
frightened. He was so very frightened that he could not 
bring himself to reach his hand down to see if he really 
were standing on a bare floor. He comforted himself 
with the belief that it must be his imagination. What 
else could it be? Why, he hadn't taken but a few steps. 
He certainlv could not have left his room, he reasoned. 
Well, as soon as he reached that light switch, he'd find 
out what this was all about. 

Strengthened somewhat by these reflections, he took 
several more steps forward. The great blackness bore 
down upon him. It was so completely, so utterly black 
that the dark seemed every bit as real and as tangible as 



some huge, stark wall attempting to crush him. He 
could not see a single object. When he raised his liand 
up before his eyes, he was not at all surprised that he 
was unable to see it. He was tempted for a moment to 
turn back and would have, had he not feared that he 
might lose all sense of direction and fall over some fur- 
niture, perhaps injuring himself severelv thereby. 

By all laws, he reasoned, the wall could be but a few 
steps ahead of him. He put his liand up to feel for it and 
began to advance carefully. 

No wall. 

He stepped forward even further, straining to see 
through the impenetrable barrier of darkness. 

No wall. 

He continued to advance step by step, step by step, 
feeling, searching, straining to see, but . . . 

No wall. 

I must have walked three times the length of the 
room, he thought abstractly. 

Then suddenly he stopped, a cry rising up in his 
throat and a sudden cold wave surging over him as he 
recalled those last words: I MUST HAVE WALKED 
THREE TIMES THE LENGTH OF THIS ROOM! 

God in Heaven! Where was he? Why wasn't he find- 
ing that wall? Or, if wrong in his direction, why wasn't 
he coming into contact with furniture or something. . . . 
anything? He couldn't be walking in circles. Even if he 
were, he surely would have stumbled over a chair, a 
table, or a bed. \Vhere was he? The wall should ha\-e 
been right before him. 

He was cold all over. He could no longer think. He 
must be imagining things. If he took another few steps, 
he would surely run up against the wall. He took the few 
steps, but ... no wall, no anything. Roman Talle cried 
out. He advanced continually. His outstretched hands 
met nothingness. 

Tears of fright mounted to his eyes, panic pushed its 
way into his breast, and a great sob tore at his throat. 
The huge emptiness of the dark lav like a great, impen- 
etrable blanket over him. And then he was running. He 
was running, running forward, ever, ever forward. Surelv, 
he wfldly thought, I must stumble over the furniture, 
surely run headlong into the wall! But no . . . he was 
just . . . running. . . . 

God! It had been but a few feet from the lamp to the 
wall! What had happened? WHiere was he? Abrupth' he 
stood still and brought his hand up to mop his fore- 
head. But his hand met nothing! Roman Talle reeled 
backward in horror. His left hand clawed wildlw des- 
perate in the hope of feeling his right, but he felt 
nothing. Yes, he was conscious of his arms and legs; he 
could feel the movements; but he couldn't feel THEM! 



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1941 



11 



When he reached for his legs, they were not! It was thus 
with all of him. He just didn't seem to be much more 
than open space. 

Roman Talle fell to the ground; and even as he lay- 
there, he realized that the floor was HARD and BARE, 
that there was no soft, thick rug! He lay sobbing. 

All was silence about him. He remained thus for he 
knew not how long, endeavoring to organize his thoughts 
and his sense, feebly attempting to get some order out 
of the chaos. And as eventually he arose to his feet, a 
very faint light, coming from nowhere apparently, filled 
the air. 

He seemed to be in what was a long hall. He could 
only see walls to the right and left of him, champagne 
walls, and a champagne ceiling that seemed very far 
away, and a champagne floor. He himself must have 
been shrouded in black, for not even now could he see 
his hand raised before his face, or yet feel his face or 
limbs. All that he could see was that he seemed to be 
in a very long hall and far, far off, was . . . the end? 

So intent was he upon gazing down the hall, that he 
was almost unaware of the low strains of powerful music 
coming to his ears. To his astonishment, he found, upon 
listening intently, that he recognized the music as a 
portion of the First Movement of Tschaikowsky's 4th 
Symphony, one of his favorite compositions. That First 
Movement had always been, 'though magnificent, very 
depressing to him. It had always made him see disgusted 
and despairing men and leermg, merciless Fate. Flere, 
however, he welcomed the music for here he could un- 
derstand it. After several minutes, however, the strains 
abruptly died out; and he turned his attention once 
more toward the end of the hall. 

He concluded that there was nothing to do but follow 
that hall, get to that end. He was moving, no, stumbling, 
dazed, at first. He gathered speed. He was running 
again . . . wildly. A cold wind tore against his face, and 
a great strength surged through him. 

He was running . . . wildly . . . wildly. 

A cold wind tore against his face. 

His legs were pumping mightly up and down, up and 
down, and he was hurling forward at a speed he had 
never deemed himself capable of attaining. And he could 
see the end drawing near! He shouted with joy. 

But . . . 

It was swiftly growing dark. 

He began screaming as the light started to disappear. 
It was growing darker and darker. Weariness descended 
upon him, but he fought on, screaming curses. 

Run! Reach the end! Darkness is falling! 

He was running . . . running . . . wildly . . . wildly. 

The cold wind tore against his face. . . . 

Run! And scream! Perhaps the light will return. 

12 



But darkness had fallen. He could not see at all. It 
was dark. But he could not stop running. Nor did he 
wish to. He had seen the end. It must be very near. And 
he must reach the end despite the darkness which had 
fallen. 

He tore head-on into something terribly hard and was 
battered back by the shock to the very floor ... a 
RUG-COVERED floor! 

Roman Talle was dazed by the fall, but he knew . . . 
The floor! The rug. . . . And he must have run into the 
wall! 

He got to his feet in the dark and stretched out an 
anxious and hopeful hand. Sure enough, there was the 
wall. Breathlessly he felt along it until he reached the 
light switch. A moment later light flooded the room. 

Roman Talle looked about him. Everything was ex- 
actly as it had been, exactly in order. Not fifteen feet 
from where he stood by the light switch was the reading 
lamp. He looked and felt of his face and limbs and ex- 
amined himself in a mirror. He was perfectly normal in 
every respect. True, his face was haggard-looking, but 
that was to be expected, he supposed, after such a . . . 
dream? No, it couldn't have been a dream. It had been 
too . . . too awful. He sank into a chair, bewildered and 
frightened. But he leaped up almost immediately. His 
watch said twelve o'clock! 

And suddenly Falloway was at his side, his hair tous- 
led, eyes heavy with sleep, and his slender body clothed 
in pajamas. Falloway, his dear friend, asking, "For Lord's 
sake, Rom, what's the matter? You're as pale as a 
ghost." 

Roman Talle looked at him and asked, "Wliere have 
you been, anyway?" 

Falloway looked surprised. "Where have I been? 
Where have you been? I came in about a half-hour ago, 
turned on the light, played the radio a little while, turned 
off the light, and went to bed. I wondered where you 
were." 

"What!" Roman Talle was horrified at what his 
friend's words implied. 

"Yes, when I came in at about eleven, there was no 
one here. You weren't in bed as I expected. Why didn't 
you leave the reading lamp on for me? I might have 
broken my neck. Mighty inconsiderate of you," replied 
Falloway joshingly. 

"Jesus Christ! You say I wasn't here?" cried Roman 
Talle. 

"Well, I didn't see you and I don't see how I could 
have missed you. You woke me up just now when you 
turned on the light. Say, where' ve you been? You're 
not only as pale as a ghost but you're also dripping with 
perspiration." 

Roman Talle hesitated. He turned away, then turned 

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back, and after a moment of silence gave reply, "Jim, I 
haven't left this room since nine o'clock." 

[To be concluded in next issue) 



About the author: If you do not know Mr. 
Wendler, we can see adequate reasons for it. He is 
the Sophomore boy who wears a green sweater, 
stands on his head, and blushes modestly. The pre- 
ceding enumeration does not mean that he per- 
forms all of the items simultaneously. We are print- 
ing the story in two installments. The conclusion 
will appear in the December Tower Light. 



So What 

UP AND DOWN THE HALLS . . . 

Rumor has it that Corny's kinda' mixed up. Won't 
a certain girl straighten him out? (Don't rush, girls; file 
applications with the Tower Light. You'll find our 
advertising rates quite reasonable.) 

Remember the super Freshman blond in last month's 
issue? It looks as though Maynard has her under lock 
and key. 

Alma McAvoy says goodbye with "a warm hand 
clasp." 

What would this school and Bareham do without its 
"Specials"? 

What did the earthworm say as he crawled through 
the colored cemetery? (M-m-m, chocolate!) 

You know the old saying, Stull — "If at first you don't 
succeed, try, try, again!" 

The soccer boys keep saving, "Oh, for another game 
at Frostburg." (Especially Cres.) 

Jean Wright's doing her part by the Army. 

Even though the Cornell team lost to Navy, Liz 
didn't. Nice if you can get it. 

"Oh, I'm just wild about a red head," sighed Betty M. 

Dr. Crabtree: "Of what does the pome, 'The High- 
wayman,' remind you?" 

Jack Williams: "The Lone Ranger." 

Dr. Crabtree (subtly) : "Yes, for the lower levels." 

Jean K. finds it quite convenient to go home on Fri- 
day nights. Oh, for a taxi service like that! 

A synonym for Betty and Dick — Love at first sight. 

Which Towsonite will it be, Betty Jean? 

Living next door to Kenny has its advantages. Don't 
you agree, Shirley? 

Georgette's new theme song — "I'm Just Wild About 
Harry." 

Having trouble translating your letters, Catty? Take 
advantage of the Spanish Club. 

— Peggy Gunnells. 



Something New in Science 

Al'TENTION, Student I'caclicrs! Do you remem- 
l^cr those long winter hours spent in searching for 
appropriate material for your science classes? You found 
plenty of books, but many of them were over your 
head, much less the children's! 

Well, rest my weary ones. Your problems are solved. 
Within your very reach lies salvation. Behold the "Uni- 
text" series in the case opposite the science room. 

Seriously, though, as veterans of one bloody conflict 
and prospective veterans of another, wc greet these with 
joy. These new Unitext booklets treat a variety of 
science subjects — insects, birds, fish, animals, rocks, 
astronomy, and the weather. They are written for the 
intermediate grades, but could really be used in most 
any grade. It is interesting to note that they are now 
being rewritten for the lower grades by one of our 
former students Selma Coughlan. Incidentally, to sup- 
plement the material in these books, she is using in- 
formation that she gathered from one of her courses 
with our own Dr. West. 

These booklets are all well illustrated in a colorful 
and realistic manner. The information is clearly and 
vividly presented and may well be used to supplement 
any classroom material. Each book is independent of 
the other and presupposes no previous knowledge. Go- 
ing along with them, is the teacher's manual which 
gives specific suggestions for their use; such as, the prob- 
able length of time needed for its thorough stud}', "core 
ideas" and "possible approaches," "activities," "stud\- 
problems and exercises," and also further references for 
the teacher's use. 

Perhaps these Unitext booklets do not impress you as 
being important just now, but when vou go "out" (that 
all-expressive term) you, too, will sing their praises! 

— Klauenberg-\^olk. 



--f-- 



A Bit o£ Natural History 

I AM convinced that to go on an o\'ernight hike is the 
best way to win friends. (You can also influence peo- 
ple if you're on the breakfast committee.) 

When I got out of the ear Friday morning with mv 
pack slung over mv back (that is purelv for effect — I 
couldn't lift it higher than mv knees ) my father cheered 
me on by saying, "Don't let them kid you into leaving 
an\'thing. It's going to be cold up there." I had \'isions 
of having to leave the fourth blanket at school, mavbe 
even the third, so that my pack could be squeezed in 
somewhere. All day I worried, but with the coming of 



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1941 



13 



3:00 I saw roll after roll carried out looking like huge 
sausages tied in the middle, a blessed few even bulgier 
than mine. 

Tliere were several eomplications, such as a dead bat- 
tery, no key to the lodge, one lost group, before all ar- 
rived. We had waited for supper so long that everyone 
fell to with a vengeance. They assured us that the ham- 
burgers were quite done. Frankly, I think if we had 
served them uncooked in between two pieces of burnt 
toast nobody would have cared. After satisfying the in- 
ner man, we all gathered around the fire to sing. The 
trials and tribulations of somebody who indulged in a 
rotten peanut kept us on edge until the bitter end. Then 
we found out the ten best ways how not to get to 
heaven. (Nobody offered to tell us the right wav.) 
While we were giving our vocal chords a rest, Helen 
began a game. Even if you aren't the least bit gullible, 
before vou had finished it, vou, too, would have be- 
lieved that that stick was a dog. 

Finally, after winding up with some very lovely camp- 
fire songs, we trooped off to bed. And if you think 
"troop" is the wrong word, listen sometime to thirty-one 
people tr\'ing to get upstairs and settled in bed on the 
floor in fifteen minutes. 

The breakfast committee (all four of them) slept to- 
gether so as not to disturb anyone when they rose at 
six o'clock. To make a long story short, suffice it to sav 
that the B. C. did not rise at 6:00 and were not the first 
ones up. Once gathered in the kitchen, however, they 
performed nobly under the able directions of Chef 
Martin. 

After breakfast we drove to Pen-Mar (I know what 
you realists are thinking, but we didn't ride aJJ the time) . 
From there we hiked over part of the famed Appala- 
chian Trail, which goes from Maine to Georgia. We pro- 
ceeded to travel six miles in the direction of Georgia. 
Part of the group that we were supposed to meet at the 
cars got their signals mixed. Of course, it wasn't any- 
body's fault. Nobody told them that we would be back 
for them. (Nobody told them that we wouldn't be back 
for them, either.) 

The lunch committee returned to the lodge ahead of 
the others and had things really humming when the 
rest ran (?) in. A shorter hike had been planned for 
the afternoon, but by the time everyone finished eating, 
we had to leave. 

If you want to know how to get eggs out of the frying 
pan without a turner, how to drink your tea while it is 
steaming hot, how to strain coffee without a strainer, 
how to get eggs off forks without a dishcloth, how to 
have a good time, go on the next overnight hike with 
the Natural History Group. 



Last Year's Prides 



FrederieJ; County 
Alice Dodd 
Mary E. Stoner 
Audrey Mercer 

/Jarford County 
Mabel Whiteford 
Annetta Wright 
Evelyn Ernst 

hrmi Arundel County 
Da\id Shepherd 
Elaine Reynolds 
Catherine Mileto 
Ruth Burner 

Howard County 
Katharine Mullinix 

Montgomery County 
Veneta Lambros 
Margaret Owings 
Tola Clay 
Charles Gross 
Nancy Metzger 
Lee McCarrier 



Vnncs George County 
Helen Gifford 
Leon Lerner 

Ba/timore County 

Agnes Thomas, Sparrows P. 
Margaret Hale, Baynesvillc 
Genevieve Haile, Dundalk 
Ridgely Hill 

Marjorie Goulson, Arbutus 
Ruth Price, Dover Road 
Joe Hillyard, Parkville 
Howard Stottlemeyer, 

Carroll Manor 
John Shock, Stoneleigh 
Rose Marie Callahan, 

Patapsco Neck 
Sibyl Davis, Essex 
Ruth Eppard, Fort Howard 
Jeanne Wilhelm, Sixth 

District Consolidated 
Peggy Heck, Sparrows Pt. 
Ruth Tapman, Catonsville 
Ruby Young, Essex 



Of Hearts 



The heart is a historian, 
And keeps a record, too. 
Of times and names and places 
And people that we knew. 

The heart is a historian. 
No book could ever hold 
The memories, sweet and bitter. 
We have when love grows cold. 

The heart is a historian. 
What more is there to say? 
You left your memory with me 
The day you went away. 

— Lois Anne Gheetham. 



Arlene Peeples. 



OLD TIMES 

Bernard Phelps to Creston Herold via postcard: 

"I am leaving today for Camp Wheeler, Georgia. 
231 of us are being shipped out of here tonight at 5 
o'clock. I hope things are coming along O. K. Tell 
all 'Hello.' I hope the army lets you finish school this 
year. I like this life. So far — good eats, plenty of 
sleep and plenty of drill. Don't get married. Join the 
army! — Bernard." 



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TOWER LIGHT 



Dressing Room 

WE NOTE: 

Smart tan riding jackets sported by Wanda Carter, 
Phyllis Walter, and Jean Benson (who insists she picked 
up hers in a men's shop). 

Man' Ruth Needle's evidence of her reading of "Mad- 
emoiselle." We like your argyle sweater of green, red, 
and grav diamonds. Have you seen the socks to match? 

Dot Gronert's "extra-special" longies of pink and 
meadow rose. 

Florence Abramson's wisteria slip-over. 

Frances Larson's red corduroy boots and all you peo- 
ple's smooth loafers which divert our attention from 
the saddle tradition. 

Striking jewelrv: Margaret Zillmor's chocolate brown 
necklace, Jeanette Ulrich's nifty lapel vase, Dela Jon- 
tiff's black eversharp affair on a silver chain and spring. 

Those exactly alike red and black dresses which made 
us believe we had more twins at our Senior Dance. Good 
idea, Jeannette and Mar}! 

That wee bit of Scotland in the modern kilt Jean 
Fisher is wearing these days. 

Babv hair cuts which look very charming and de- 
mure. Ruth Maleson, Vella Kobin, Dottie Kapp, Thel- 
ma Rosenthal, Bettie Jean Battenfield have all taken 
to the scissors. 

Janet Clautice's and Mindelle Kahn's tortoise-shell 
glasses. 

Henr\' Astrin's and Harry London's exciting tie and 
shirt combinations. 

Sidney Blum's fetching bow tie arrangements. 

Bill Mines' clothes in general. 



Pete— "Who's boss at your house?" 

Tubby— "Well, my wife and I share the job. She 

bosses the children and me, I boss the goldfish." 

• • • 

Johnnie— "I dreamed last night that I proposed to 
you. What is that a sign of?" 

Gladys— "It's a sign that you've got more sense when 
you're asleep than when you're awake." 

• • • 

Emogene— "When I grow up, Momm\-, will I have a 
husband like Dadd\?" 

Mother— "Yes, dear." 

Emogene — "And if I don't get married will I be an 
old maid like Aunt Christy?" 

Mother— "Yes, dear." 

Emogene — "We women certainly have a hell of a 
life, don't we, Mommv?" 



Research Perverted 

DO YOU THINK the following verified definitions 
are aptly descriptive of the faculty members they a])pl\' 
to? They are not listed in order of importance. Each, in 
his own little way, holds a special corner of our licarts, 
singularly and collectively. 

Since the men arc in the minorit\', we'll be rcallv 
democratic and take them first. 

John the gracious gift of God 

Donald proud chief 

Joe he shall add 

Compton in a class of his own, since 

no meaning was found 
Harold a champion; general of an armv 

Foster see definition for Compton 

Branford ibid., Compton and Foster 

Kenneth a leader; commander 

Curt same as 3, 5, and 6 above 

And now for some of the ladies: 

Clarisia bright, illustrious 

Helen light 

Theresa carrying ears of corn 

Emma energetic, industrious 

Elma see 3, 5, and 6 of men's group 

Lucy born at break of da\- 

Anna grace 

Stella a star 

Elna see Elma above 

Eunice happv victor\- 

Harriet . . the head or the chief of a house 

Pearl see Elna 

Rebecca of enchanting beautv 

Anita see Pearl 

Bernice bringing victory 

Nellie light 

Ruth beaut}' 

Editor's Note: These definitions are according to phi- 
lology. 



Hope 



A tiny spark 
Amid debris 
May smoulder long 
Before set free. 

A bit of hope 
Inside the mind 
May slumber long 
If kept confined. 

— \^iRGiNL\ Dorset. 



NOVEMBER 



1941 



15 



Music Season 



SINGERS, PIANISTS, violinists, dancers - this sea- 
son the myriads of lights in Baltimore's music halls will 
look down upon a great galaxy of stars. Along with this 
critics' heyday more top hats will be dusted off and 
evening gowns donned than ever before. So, for you who 
suddenlv find \'Ourselves dazzled bv the arrav of musical 
offerings and appalled by slim pocketbooks, here are a 
few suggestions. 

On December 3, Sir Thomas Beecham will conduct 
the Philadelphia Symphony Orchestra. Sir Beecham 
was conductor of the London Philharmonic before com- 
ing to America. Martha Graham and her Modern Dance 
Group will appear at the Art Museum on December 19 
and 20, while Hanya Holm will be there the week-end of 
January 31. As for violinists, Szigeti will appear as guest 
soloist of the National Symphony on January 6 and 
Yehudi Menuhin on February 12. The great Ruben- 
stein is also going to favor Baltimore this year when he 
plays with the Philadelphia Symphony on March 4. 
Richard Crooks will sing with the National Symphony 
on November 25. 

Baltimore has certainly drawn the lucky card this 
winter. We hope that all of you will receive some en- 
joyment from these fine programs. 



The Glee Club 

ON MONDAY afternoons and Tuesday assemblv pe- 
riods, students in the halls near room 211 are prone to 
rhumba or tango instead of walk to their destinations. 
The reason for this extra rhythm instead of the usual 
ambling, shuffling gait is the sound of music being prac- 
ticed by the Glee Club. This year, a secondary aim is 
being nurtured by that group. Besides providing the 
school, specifically, and the people of Baltimore and 
Marj'land (via radio), generally, with good choral mu- 
sic, the club is now trying to foster Latin-American re- 
lationships by having in its repertoire songs from those 
countries. For the rhythmic bass and alto and the sing- 
ing melodic tenor and soprano these songs are well 
suited. 

Along with a song the club sang last year there are 
three new Latin-American pieces. The familiar song is, 
of course, Carmencita or CieJito Lindo, a Mexican folk 
song arranged by Wallingford Riegger. The new songs 
are Que Lejos Estoy ( Far from My Native Land ) , Mex- 
ican folk song; Ay, Ay, Ay, a Creole song; EstreJJita, a 
Mexican Serenade by Manuel A. Ponce arranged by 
Bryceson Treharne. 

— Ruth Maleson. 



"Follies" of the Faculty 

TME FIRST Annual Faculty Follies will be presented 
on Tuesday evening, November 18, in the auditorium. 
Great secrecy has (until now) surrounded the program, 
but an inquiring reporter does not let that fact bother 
him. By various means (threats, cajoleries and pleadings) 
I learned that the theme of the Follies is to be the Gay 
Nineties. The inimitable Dr. Walther will act as master 
of ceremonies and is expected to greatly enliven the oc- 
casion with his pungent wit. 

The first part of the program will have the set-up of 
a music hall. A sensational chorus, featuring such lu- 
minaries as Miss Owens and Dr. Crabtree (if my in- 
formant is correct) will be followed by a melodious 
group of singers rendering such heart-breaking songs as 
"The Curse of an Aching Heart." The highlight of the 
act will be a daring dance in imitation of Little Egypt's 
performance at the Chicago Exposition of 1893 (the 
identity of the dancer remains an undivulged secret). 
Included in the cast of this first part of the program will 
be all the members of the faculty who can be crowded 
on the stage. 

The second act will consist of a soul-searing "meller- 
dramer" entitled "Curse You, Jack Dalton," which will 
point out in vivid dramatic terms the perils and tempta- 
tions which beset the path of an innocent, young work- 
ing girl. No definite information as to the members 
of the cast could be obtained, but it has been rumored 
that Dr. Foster Dowell will play the dashing, romantic 
hero and that Mr. Compton Crook will be seen as more 
villainous than ever. Miss Woodward will appear as the 
dark Spanish menace and various other members of the 
faculty will take parts in roles illustrative of vice and 
virtue. 

It is hoped, mv kind informant said, that students 
will come to the Follies — and come prepared to hiss 
the villains and applaud the virtuous hero and heroine. 
And I say — Who would miss it? 



Burning Leaves 

Brown leaves form a funeral pyre 
Cremated by a dancing fire. 
Smoke curls high and wends away 
To mingle with the twilight gray. 
The hungry fire its prey consumes, 
And charred heap is left as tombs 
Of autumn leaves, whose beauty lost, 
Are offered as a holocaust. 

— Virginia Dorsey. 



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TOWER LIGHT 



BOOKS 



Oldest Week 

NO\'EMBER second marks the opening day of 
1941*5 Book Week. As one pauses to reflect over 
the span of years since Book Week first originated he 
will note with great satisfaction and pride the progress 
and importance this week has assumed in the eyes of the 
great American public. In May, 1919, Franklin K. 
Mathiews, Chief Scout Librarian, spoke before the 
American Booksellers' Association at its meeting in Bos- 
ton, in an attempt to make reading part of the Scout 
program and at the same time to rescue Scouting from 
being interpreted to the public by machine-made stories. 
Mr. Mathiews painted the picture of the bovs' real 
needs and persuaded e\'ery dealer at the meeting to put 
more energ}- back of his children's department, and to 
give it a new importance. In July of that year a dozen 
enthusiasts met and a series of conferences followed. 
After a while slogans began to materialize and a sem- 
blance of what was to become a Book Week arose. 

It was necessary to obtain the help of libraries and 
librarians and to get the public schools to work hand in 
hand with the former. Soon interest developed so rap- 
idly that in a thousand communities Book Week be- 
came a regular part of the school year. Thus did the 
campaign for "free-reading" arise. Soon parents were 
faced with children wanting their own books and li- 
braries. 

Book Week was set in November because November 
and December are always the busiest time for the sale 
of children's books. But now books are no longer stacked 
away after Christmas. Stores sell them the whole vear 
around. And now, also, book dealers are contacted bv 
educators and so develop a more mature and serious at- 
titude toward their sale of books. 

At first the special week was Children's Book Week, 
but it was later changed to Book Week because so many 
high school students and young adults wished to take 
part in its observance. Entire communities now partici- 
pate in Book Week programs. Libraries, schools, book 
stores, women's clubs and other organizations all take 
an active part in each cit\''s observance of the Week. 
It is now the oldest living national week, this year 
marking its twenty-third year of existence. 

How important Book Week has become is made clear 
when one thinks of all the wonderful books that are be- 
ing written for children these days. Formerlv the great 
pens were concerned with books onlv, for adults, but 
since children have expressed their great desire to read. 



a new road with vast possibilities lias opened for both 
the author and the child. 

"Many times the reading of a book has made the fu- 
ture of a man," said Emerson, and how we do agree 
to this thought! Thank you, Mr. Mathiews, for making 
Book Week such an integral part of our American way 
of living. It is a priceless heritage. 

— K. Petroff. 



NOVEMBER 



1941 



The Time is Now! 

"The Time is Now!" by Pierre van Paassen. New York. 
The Dial Press, 1941. 

IN MAY, when this small volume was published, there 
was no talk at all of the possibility of a German inva- 
sion of Russia; or, at least, what talk came at all was 
passed off by Russophiles and Communists as wishful 
thinking on the part of the capitalist leaders, who were 
really interested in the collapse of the Soviets. Natural- 
ly, then, Mr. van Paassen's essay will have to go down 
in our literary mess without benefit of the new wealth 
of ideas and directions offered by the current war in 
and for Moscow. 

The author has presented a very broad picture of the 
direction being taken by Totalitarianism Militant in its 
march toward world-domination. As Mr. van Paassen 
views the situation, there is no other, no safer wa\' of 
looking at things than to see Hitler as the prophet of a 
New World, at once the engineer and the workman in 
revamping the whole world. 

But a newer slant (relatively) is the author's version 
of the movement's direction. It follows briefl\': Eng- 
land's position has been upheld so long bv dint of her 
mastery of the seas. How do we eliminate England? Bv 
pushing her bodily off the seas. To accomplish this we 
must own the seas. 

At last we have it! Mr. van Paassen refers repeatedly 
to the German Geopolitical Institute in Munich, which 
has laid such gigantic plans for control of the seas 
without bothering to work up a German na\^'. Things 
are more simple than that. Germany hopes to control 
the seas by conquering the lands bordering the seas. 
To call the cards an}- other way, says Mr. van Paassen, 
is to invite ultimate destruction of a terrible sort. 

Why? Because looking at the battle for the world 
any other way, we ma\' almost concede the fight to Ger- 
man\-. And if we concede defeat, we cease gi^"ing aid to 

17 



the countries fighting Fascism, which stoppage would 
surely be our death. 

Mr. van Paassen follows his setting forth of the broad 
idea by telling us that the fight is still in its first stage. 
The Germans are still engaged in closing up the Med- 
iterranean, which thev can do only when they have Suez. 
We gave them Gibraltar, at the other end, when we 
gave them Spain way back in the years 1936-1939. What 
we must not let the Fascists do is take Suez, whence 
they will filter through to the whole western coast of 
Africa. Once having the coast, they will have everything 
from northern Norway to Capetown in South Africa. 

We have a job to do, says Mr. van Paassen! 

The author is doing a valuable thing for the awak- 
ening Mr. Roosevelt has been looking for in us these 
last few months. They both deplore the peculiar un- 
awareness of the dangers and the evils in the situation 
here at hand. Roosevelt, of course, is doing large things, 
while Mr. van Paassen writes books. 

I think we may accept Mr. van Paassen's thesis in its 
cruder elements, for development of the war up till now 
seems to bear him out well. But acceptance will not wni 
the war. We must insure ourselves against German mas- 
tery of the Mediterranean and the Suez Canal, which 
will give them Africa. But if Mr. van Paassen had known 
of Russian invasion, he would surely have advocated all- 
out aid to that countrv with the same passion with 
which he hates the Soviet Government. However you 
think, the Time is Now! 

- N. R. C. 



Beauty is Skin Deep 

HAVE YOU EVER tried to judge an individual by his 
appearance? If you have, then you've probably already 
experienced the shock of discovering a quite prosaic 
looking individual who really wasn't too much of a bore 
at all. Pardon us if we seem to digress a bit, but we're 
going to apply this same principle (?) to — of all 
things — magazines. 

It takes no scientifically conducted study to discover 
the favorite magazines of the students of S. T. C. One 
glance at the shelves in the magazine library is sufficient. 
Life, New Yorker, Good Housekeeping — these are the 
magazines with a well-worn look which seems to fairly 
shout, "We get around!" But how many of you have 
ever glanced through the scores of so-called "wall- 
flowers" among the magazines? Seldom, if ever, removed 
from the shelf, their covers resemble a suit just returned 

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from the cleaners — not a wrinkle or a soiled spot to 
mar their beauty. 

Perhaps it was natural curiosity or a desire to be dif- 
ferent. But regardless of motive, we mustered enough 
will power to pass by the favorites on the shelf and delve 
into some of the less sought-after reading material. 

Education for freedom — a familiar phrase, but what 
does it mean to you? Robert M. Hutchins (Education 
for Freedom, Harper's, October, 1941 ) states that edu- 
cation under a democratic form of government should 
be such that it produces men and women capable of 
freedom. This can best be accomplished, according to 
Mr. Hutchins, by giving a liberal education to every 
citizen in proportion to his capacity to receive it. His 
program for education "consists in transmitting to the 
individual the civilization he has inherited, together 
with the techniques by which it may be understood — 
the liberal arts, the arts of reading, writing, speaking, 
and calculating — for minds trained in good moral and 
intellectual habits will operate regardless of changes 
which may occur in the environment." 

Harvey Weston in his article Anglo-American Rela- 
tions (Scribner's Commentator, September, 1941) raises 
a question confronting the United States today — After 
the Second World War is over, what will be the senti- 
ments of England's ruling class, and the common peo- 
ple who are influenced by that class, toward the United 
States? 

Mr. Weston points out that since Colonial times, 
Britain's governing classes have feared the growing 
power of our Republic, have resented its democratic in- 
stitutions and dreaded its competition in the commer- 
cial field. These factors have led to contempt and hos- 
tility more than once in the history of our country. Mr. 
Weston believes we may by all means extend our deep- 
est sympathy to England and if we seem committed to 
do so, extend monetary aid. He warns us, however, in 
view of past events, not to expect too much post-war 
gratitude from England. 

What contributions should be expected from sociolo- 
gists in the present crisis? Stuart A. Queen of the Uni- 
versity of Washington {Sociologists in the Present Cii- 
sis, Social Forces, October, 1941 ) believes their func- 
tion is three-fold — to inquire, deliberate and recom- 
mend. A committee has been chosen by the American 
Sociological Society to make investigations pertaining 
to research, teaching, and extra-curricular activities. 
From these investigations it is hoped that suggested ac- 
tivities will result which may be put to practical use by 
the Government, industry and other social institutions. 

"Should Women Be Drafted?" — that is the challeng- 
ing subject of another Gallup Poll in the October, 1941, 
issue of Coronet. Wliat is your reaction to the question? 

TOWER LIGHT 



The public answers "No," but a very uncertain "No" 
as can be seen from the percentages: 



Yes 

No 



.48% 
.52% 



How chd the women between the ages of twenty-one and 
thirt\-five vote? The surprising answer to this can be 
found by those interested, in Coronet — S. T. C. mag- 
azine room. 

In the October, 1941, issue of The Ameiican Mer- 
cury can be found an article which should be of vital 
interest to every college student — Colleges Gear ioi 
Defense. The author informs us that practically every 
college has formed a defense council to coordinate its 
war program. B\ "ever\- college" is meant not only such 
colleges as Western Reserve, Wellesley and Harvard, 
but also the state teachers' colleges. This is another 
article no intelligent student can afford to miss. 

"The Democratic College" in the Association of 
American Colleges BuIJetin is another highly interest- 
ing magazine article. This is no didactic essay but a 
critical, sometimes sarcastic, account of the shortcom- 
ings of the democratic program in most colleges. Too 
often, says the author, are graduates of the so-called aca- 
demic courses considered "intellectual Brahmins" while 
graduates of the technical courses are considered the 
"untouchables." He defines educational democracy as 
"the freedom to choose the means to ends that are 
appropriate to the individual." 

— Catherine Swain and Mary DiPeppe. 



IN GRAY SILENCE 

In gray silence the morning sky clings. 

A stray wavelet caresses its brothers lovingly 

As a tiny stream tells its story 

To clustered pebbles beneath flowing feet. 

The breeze of star-lit summer evenings surrenders 

To day not yet born, 

And tireless tiny guardians of calm 

Boldly echo back their cricket call. 

Traces of night still mark the sky 
With somber hue in unseen corners 
Prolonging day's arrival. 

— Henry Astrin. 



A Modern Sadie Hawkins' Tale 

Immuned to women, an aeronautical engineer, 

An obstinate poker player who loves to guzzle beer; 

He dresses as most business men do — 

More or less conservative, well-fitted, suits of blue. 

The jitterbug type he prefers not to choose 

However, quite gay are his striped socks and shoes; 

Beside most men, he's a squirt, a half-pint, 

But next to me, he towers like a giant! 

His curl-less brown hair, short like a crew; 

A well-built physique — let me assure you; 

The crystal blue eyes, imprisoned in their sockets, 

Erupt my heart like a match explodes sky-rockets; 

His hands are small with fingers long and lean, 

The well-shaped nails with moons, are squared and clean; 

His lips are determined, yet passionately tender — 

He'd kiss her and depart rather than offend her; 

He maintains a certain manner of strict formality 

Subtle, cautiously effervescing with personality— 

His voice, a rich barytone, he sings fairly well 

Anything but opera can go straight to hell; 

He laughs a great deal, the puns are terrible. 

Furniture must be modernistic, Cezanne's unbearable; 

Bridge isn't bad, he'd rather bat a birdie. 

No taste for women, but dislikes 'em sturdy; 

Intellectually smooth, a gad-about town — 

Gets the impression across, he really gets around. 

And so as the end of the story draws near 

The result of this friendship I want you to hear. 

She met him at a wedding, her cute little usher. 

They all thought he'd fallen and surely would rush her. 

But night after night she sat home alone 

Anxiously awaiting the ring of the phone — 

Her education she continued at good old T. C. 

This romantic affair (?) once happened to me! 

As the years drag by and the memories fade 

My heart is still pining — I'm still an old maid. 

Agnes Hicks. 



NOVEMBER 



1941 



Have You Met? 

(Continued froiu page 5) memorized the story about 
the bear that treed the man and the one \\-ho stole the 
fish. 

Everything happens to her! She falls off street cars, 
loses dollar bills and lunch tickets, and tears up any- 
thing she has in her hands if she's excited. 

Her hobb^-? Talking! 

Her fa\^orite pastime? She can't decide between eating 
and dancing. 

Her worst fault? Singing before breakfast! 

Her best features? Complete naturalness and a happv- 
go-luck\^ air. 

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WHAT GOES ON HERE.' 

THE DORMITORY will soon be the proud possessor 
of a new set of furniture for the smoking room — in 
red leather and chromium! 

Some of the girls are looking forward to seeing several 
of the most famous dancers in the United States at the 
Museum of Art. There will be recitals at intervals within 
the next few months and we have been fortunate 
enough to get special prices on tickets. 

Did you see the lovely corsages worn by those who 
attended a recent A. C. E. meeting? A demonstration 
was given, showing unic|ue arrangements and corsage 
preparations. 

A rousing get-together of the now "gone but not for- 
gotten" Sophomore I section of last year was held at 
the home of Janet Clautice on October 24. 

The Natural History Group (and others) — mostly 
others — went on an overnight trip to Thurmont. Con- 
census: We had a wonderful time — mattresses or no 
mattresses! 

More gum! More people stuck! More taffy hardening 
in cavities! Where? At the Dormitorv TafiFv Tug held in 
the kitchen the other Saturday night. Cheers to the 
cooks and the cookies (those unlucky (?) individuals 
who couldn't rope in a date) even if we all did have 
taflfyitis Sunday morning. 

Spooks, witches, and pumpkins will reign at the 
birthday partv to be given sometime near Hallowe'en. 
Sounds like fun! 

We all felt that "pause which refreshes" when the 
S. C. A. served Coca-Colas as well as hot dogs at its first 
party of the year. 

Our Glen has been teeming with various picnics and 
entertainments sponsored by classes, sections, and clubs 
of our college. 

The Natural History Group walked a minute portion 
of the Great Appalachian Trail which stretches from 
Maine to Georgia. In fact, we did only 6 miles or so of 
the winding 2,050 miles. 

— Mary Jane Burdette and Inez Schultz. 



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PET PEEVES 

The $-&-# who rush to the faculty reserve section at 
the end of a period and sign up for the two or three 
books that the whole section is supposed to use. It 
would be bad enough if the person intended to use them 
all herself but in one specific case the person was "sav- 
ing" them for some friends. That defeats the purpose 
of the facultv reserve shelf, doesn't it? 

Why does the Tower Light bother to quote Socra- 
tes when we have Mr. Miller? 

TOWER LIGHT 



UP FROM THE RANKS 

I had a potential armv facing me there in the quiet 
of that hot, stuff}', httered cuppy-hole of a room. They 
stared up at mc eomplacenth\ awaiting my first action, 
mv first words. I read their references, their attainments 
of the past, and the possibihties of their future use in 
furthering the Cause. Satisfied with that I gave the sig- 
nal, and we parted company for the day. 

A week later in the same room, which was as hot and 
stuffy and httered as ever, we met again. By this time 
all plans had been made. We were ready to dig in and dig 
in hard; indeed, to become imbedded in the very earth 
itself. There had been previous delays, but this time 
nothing would stop us. Thev were the best, and thc\- 
were at m\- command. I had but to give the word and 
the\- would take an\' given position that I should indi- 
cate. Wind, rain and heat might beat down upon us but 
we should rise victorious. We should be unconquerable. 

We worked desperateh- hard that afternoon to get a 
perfect start on our mission. After all, a good begin- 
ning was essential. After hours of checking and re- 
checking locations and of seeing that each individual 
was well taken care of, I sank down on the floor to relax. 
I looked over the plans once more, and then wearily 
arose and closed the door of the hot, stuffy toolhouse. If 
work counted, my long hours of toil and planning with 
those special seeds should win me at least one prize in 
the coming garden contest. 



SAD BUT TRUE 

In all the fields of human endeavor, there is none 
which requires coordination of the grasping muscles, 
automatic control of the tear ducts and fleet feet (for 
pursuit purposes) as does the getting and keeping of a 
man. 

Through eons of practice, women have perfected sys- 
tems for the acquisition of them who wear pants. Then, 
in the \-ear 1940 A. D. the Selective Service Act came 
down like a wolf on the fold of poor, defenseless woman- 
hood and robbed her of the objects of her predilection. 

Off the little dears went, awav from home fires and 
the light of girlish smiles. Somewhere, they now be, 
with only the chiggers, ants, and termites to stimulate 
their minds or (a five-letter word rhyming with the 
latter and beginning with "h").* 

Now, what is femininity going to do — join sororities, 
sit and knit, drink tea? Well, you take a darn good piece 
of advice from one who knows and concentrate vour 
womanly wiles on victims over draft age. 

* Editor's Note — Censored; after all, one can't be too 
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(Bachelor of Locomotion) 

In a split second, resident students can make a hun- 
dred-yard dash and reach the Dorm. In what seems a 
long eternity, some day students reach home, tired and 
exhausted after travelhng 2 hours. If such a student 
spends four hours a day, twenty hours a week, seven 
hundred twenty hours in each school year, two thou- 
sand eight hundred and eighty hours in four years with 
twenty-four extra hours thrown in for the times he at- 
tended star guides, lectures, extra trips, etc., he spends 
two thousand nine hundred four hours*, or one hundred 
twenty-one days, or approximately four months in trav- 
elling for the express purpose of getting an education. 

Now it is a known fact that certain teachers under cer- 
tain conditions receive the same credit for summer trips 
as they would if they attended summer schools. Why 
should not a day student who travels on an average — 
one month — (night and day) every year, receive credit 
for his educational experiences? — and the experiences 
certainly are educational: 

1. One acquires a magnificent sense oi balance after 
juggling books and one's person into an upright 
position on a bus or street car packed with hu- 
manity. 

2. One has the valuable opportunity of meeting and 
steppiug on the toes of all kinds oi people, fat and 
scrawny, white and black, moron and genius, the 
lazy and the ambitious, procrastinators and tee- 
totallers. 

3. One acquires a wealth of patience. 

4. One Jearns the use of manners when toes are 
stepped on and laps are sat upon unexpectedly. 

5. One becomes well acquainted witJi the Geography 
oi Streets. 

Certainly travelling day students should get some 
credit for having travelled 2,904 hours in 4 years. Let 
them look forward to the Commencement Day when 
they excel Dorm students by receiving 2 degrees. Bach- 
elor of Science and B.L., Bachelor of Locomotion? 

* Unbelievers, please converse with day students who 
either 

( 1 ) Travel in circles to get home 

(2) Live beyond the United Railway hnes 

(3) Live on the other side of town 

(4) Walk first fare for financial reasons. 

— Female Biped. 

TOWER LIGHT 



OF THEE I SING (?) 

(Human Side) 

An\' Alondav afternoon, if you're looking for a grue- 
some experience, just stop in at a Glee Club rehearsal. 
Room 220 — yeah, that's right! Sing? Oh, no! You don't 
ha\'e to sing— just stop bv for the heck of it. You say the 
altos are singing bass and the sopranos are singing tenor? 
Think nothing of it! Wait until Miss W. starts her 
rhythmic interpretations of the music. Of course, it 
often takes some time between numbers to get the 
horde calmed down, but after that the atmosphere may 
be relatively peaceful for a while. But not for long. 
Ma\be some day we'll learn how to keep quiet. Every 
now and then a minor uproar mav be created by a joke 
originating either from our maestro or one of her co- 
horts. So rehearsals go on and on and on. (Monotonous, 
isn't it?) The funny part, and the best part, is that in 
spite of all the foregoing, the outcome is really good 
music. 



Street-Car Riding 



MY FAVORITE pastime is riding the trollev cars. I 
should like to begin at the starting point so that you will 
see my reason for selecting street cars as a hobby. Any- 
where from t\\^o to four hours of mv time is spent on the 
street cars daily. The yellow quad-wheeler is fast ap- 
proaching the Pennsylvania Station and as the numbers 
are rather indistinct, I hail each one from the middle of 
Charles Street and do this continually until I get a No. 
17. As I drop the ear token into the box, I maneuver 
my books in front of the motorman's face, so he will see 
I'm realh- going to school, manage a smile and proceed 
to make a flying forward tackle to the back of the car. 
But all too soon he begins to doubt my veracity and asks 
for my identification card. This convenient-sized 2 inch 
bv 4 inch slip of cardboard always manages to get dis- 
located and after a five-minute raid in ye olde purse, I 
pull out the card, trying to hold my hat, my books and 
m\' dignity. 

Mv fellow-riders are fond of the motorman fmavbe 
the\'re back-seat drivers") and thev pile around him six 
deep, but I like to look out of the \Aindow, so 1 try to 
rough m\- wa\- to the rear of the car. As I gain a yard, 
the car pulls on the brakes and I drop back two. After 
a several-block struggle, I see a lone strap dangling 
and plan mv defense; but there are other faces eyeing 
it, too. M\' hand is not anv too small, and bv hook or 
crook it gencralh" manages to reach the strap first. Foot 



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room comes next. Here is where my shortage of height is 
a hindrance. I generally fit between two elbows and as 
the ear stops, the elbows meet and I duck. It is fun, 
though. 

Ah, my fellow-comrade is folding his paper! (By this 
time I've discovered for the skin you love to touch use 
Woodbury's; for indigestion, try Turns; and after you've 
chewed Wrigley's doublemint, wrap it in paper.) The 
"positively no smoking" sign with its big red letters 
stands in dramatic contrast to the steam-smoked win- 
dows. I decide he'll soon be leaving, so I glare until he 
looks up. I resolve to take his seat or bust — probably 
bust. He rises and finds he's not where he thought he 
was. Oh, well, the street will come someday. 

After this happens about three times, the seat isn't 
worth going after, but he finally leaves and I hit the seat 
before the others. Generally about a half-dozen other 
people are on my lap, but I move them quickly. 

Just as the seat is beginning to feel comfortable and 
the lady's book beside me is getting interesting, I look 
around and, yes, there's an old friend of the famih^ 
standing there and glaring at me. (She nods and my 
Jiminy Crickets starts working.) I know she looks al- 
most exhausted (from over-exercising her jaws); I get 
up and she gets down. Ah, well, my motto is one good 
deed a day. But other Jiminy Crickets are working 
and the man a few rows up offers me his place. I sink 
to the seat and hear "Greenmount and Gorsuch — trans- 
fer to No. 8." It seems too real to be true. 

As I dash for the No. 8, I find it's labelled "Govans- 
town" and so I, sadly disillusioned, retrace my steps and 
wait patiently (?) for the crowded "Towson." It pulls 
into sight and I think of what is ahead for me, the same 
as on the No. 17, except the ads are different, the seats 
seem softer, the handles don't slide, the car stops more 
suddenly and the ride is longer. I decide most as- 
suredly that street-car riding is mv favorite pastime. 



Life 

A HIGH RISING wind whistled through the pine trees 
as a solitary figure bent over a heap of sticks. The ringed 
moon shed a ghastly light on the scene below. A spark 
flickered and went out — another and another. After 
many successive trials a small flame struggled upward 
through the heap of sticks. Before long a blazing fire 
was eagerly leaping upward. Each flame seemed like a 
tinv hand stretched out to God in petition. Crouched 
low beside the fire's meager warmth was a lone figure 
in rags. A tattered hat was pulled far over an unshaven 
face where pride and shame were mingled. A coat so 
threadbare that it looked as if it were taken from the 
loom half finished sagged from drooping shoulders. A 
pair of soiled, patched trousers scarcely reached the bare 
ankles below. Large dustv burlap bags were tied carelessly 
around swollen feet. A figure of desolation and re- 
morse sat head in hands. 

The unceasing murmur of the trees as they bent their 
leafy heads together was a constant reminder of gossip- 
ping old women in that far away Georgian town. 

That train whistle! What did it mean? Georgia — 
Georgia — Georgia!!! A twig cracked. The figure was 
alert, every nerve tingling — an animal before his trap- 
per. His keen steel eyes carefully scanned the surround- 
ings. Even the darkness seemed pierced by their inten- 
sity. Another twig cracked. The man jerked to his feet 
and nervously paced the ground. He fiercely kicked aside 
twigs, leaves, and stones. Forward and backward, for- 
ward and backward he paced, each step faster than the 
last. Then, as suddenly as he had started, he stopped and 
sank dejected to the ground, to bury his head in his 
hands, never to rise again. 

The wind blew colder and colder. The fire flared ex- 
tremely bright and then less brightly as each tiny hand 
drew back its heavenly grasp and flickered into oblivion. 
The smouldering coals, their duty completed, closed 
tired burning eyes, as heaven poured tears of pity on the 
desolation below. Far in the distance an owl kept dis- 
mally calling :"Who-o-o? Who-o-o?" 



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GIFTS THAT ARE SURE TO PLEASE IN BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS WRAPPERS 



CONTENTS 



Volume XV 



Number 3 



A Christmas Message 

Christmas: 1941 (An Editorial) 

War With Japan (An Editorial) 

The Talk of the Campus 

Calendar of Events 

The Great One Over the Dark 

For Christmas (A Poem) . 

A Day in December (A Poem) . 

Follies Finale .... 

Have You Met . . . ? 

Longing (A Poem) 

Pome (A Poem) 

How the Other Half Lives . 

So What - . . . ' . 

After Four Months 

Honor Poll .... 

Helpful Henry (Advice) 
Letters to the Editor 

Books: 

Emile's Essay on Books 
Six Easy Lessons (A Review) 
Riigg-Cutters (A Review) 



Dr. Wiedefeld 1 

. . -2 

. 2 

. 3 

. 4 

Warren Wendler 5 

P.M. 8 

Virginia Dorsey 8 

Dorothy Kapp 8 

N. K. 9 

J. C. 9 

Helen Pross 9 

Inez Schultz 10 

Peg Gunnells 10 

Helen Pross 11 

The Math Club 12 

Henry Pembroo\e 13 

. 14 



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]ean Connor 18 
H. M. L. 18 



College News 
Briefs 



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THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly publica- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 



^ Ctjrisitmas 
jMcssiage /,™ 



DR. M. THERESA WIEDEFELD 

CHRISTMAS is the feast of children and for 
that reason is of great importance for teachers; 
it marks the birthday of Jesus the Great Teach- 
er and for that reason it is of very great importance 
to teachers. 

Jesus glorified the state of childhood by His own 
exemplary child life, and later He blessed children 
everlastingly when He said to the disciples who at- 
tempted to keep the children away from Him, "Suf- 
fer the little children to come unto me and forbid 
them not; for of such is the Kingdom of God." 
(Mark 10:14.) 

His public career began when He was about thirty 
years of age. His classroom was wherever He hap- 
pened to be. He taught in the synagogue and in the 
temple. He taught on the high mountain, in a ship 
on the Lake of Genesareth, in the city streets, in the 
homes of his friends, in the River Jordan, at Jacob's 
Well, and on Mt. Calvary. He had no books nor pa- 
pers; once He wrote in the sand. 

His students were fishermen, laborers, and shep- 
herds; the blind, the lame, and the dumb; the sick 
and those possessed of devils. Publicans and sinners, 
masters and servants, rich and poor, listened to His 
teaching. 

He held the attention of the multitudes through the 
magnetic power of His own personality and the wis- 
dom of His utterances. He chose His subjects to fit 
the needs of the specific groups and He varied his 
approaches and teaching procedures in accordance 
with their abilities to respond. He saw into the hearts 
and minds of His listeners and understood their short- 
comings and their difficulties. He taught by precept 
and example. He was patient and resourceful, and 
had no need for the weapons used by the weaker 
teacher, such as sarcasm, anger, and intolerance. He 
gave instruction in citizenship, sociology, logic, and 
ethics; and His methods of teaching lessons in char- 
ity and justice have provided the best examples of 
character education from that time to this. 

The educational principles of Jesus are not includ- 
ed in the history of education which is taught in 
teachers' colleges. At Christmas time when we cele- 
brate His birthday it would be helpful and appro- 
priate for us as teachers to study the educational phil- 
osophy of Jesus the Great Teacher. We should begin 
our study with the Child of Bethlehem. 



Christinas - 1941 



ONE PICKS UP THE MORNING PAPER and reads with ever-growing concern the 
screaming headlines of disaster in the War; one goes to the theatre and is deeply 
moved and saddened by the newsreels depicting the brutal bombings of homes, hospitals, 
and ships; and one who is truly observant is none the less stirred to pity by the so-called 
common, daily tragedies that mar the happiness and peace of the citizens in one's own 
small community. After a time a feeling of uselessness, a general doubt as to the value 
of the human life is bound to grip one. For the past months, especially, there has seemed 
to be no place for happiness or personal satisfaction in a world such as ours. 

Yet now — in the midst of the apparent destruction of everything that man has held 
dear — now — when we seem to have the least reason for celebrating — comes Christmas. 
The very word denotes gaiety and cheer; its mention brings to mind visions of brightly-lit 
candles on a shining tree, a table heaped high with turkey dinner, happiness brimming 
from the eyes of litde children and grown-ups, the beautiful carols we all love to sing, the 
warm feeling that comes from unselfish giving to family and friends and, above all, the 
memory of that first Christmas Day with the Litde Babe in the manger- 

Our first impulse may be to refuse to reconcile the gloriousness of the season with the 
general unhappiness about us. Some of us may even imply that such a celebration will be 
hypocritical. On the contrary, however, a remembrance of the generosity, unselfishness, 
and love of mankind that sprang from that long-ago Prince of Peace is quite fitting at the 
time. Never before in human history has such a need existed for guidance and renewal 
of hope as exists now. If December the 25th can even partially satisfy such a need, its 
original high purpose will have been realized. 



War With Japan 



THE WAR WITH JAPAN is a war that the United States neither asked for nor herself 
provoked. All the blame lies entirely with the deceit and the camouflage of the Jap- 
anese Government and, above all, Japan's war-crazed militarists who are not at all satisfied 
to have gotten stuck in China's embattled mud, but must get their country involved with 
the Axis and play the Nazi game in the Far East. The Japs have opened fire, and they have 
begged their destruction- 

For America's part it may safely be said that the war was brought to us. We are rising 
up even now from the immediate defensive, to the long-range offensive. In America there 
is now unity, where earlier there was strife in the matter of a Foreign Policy for America. 
Senator Wheeler, when informed that the Japs were upon us, announced that it was our 
duty now to join hands and "lick hell out of the Japs." You see, domestic quarrels (and 
more and more will it be seen that much of the opposition to the Roosevelt foreign policy 
was domestic, that is, anti-Roosevelt) stop at the sea-coast, or border line. This is a fairly 
ancient national axiom and it has held good for years now. 

For the individual's part, it can be said that he did not get unduly panicky about the 
attack- He mustn't ever do that. The entire strategy of war, at certain stages, is waged 
against nerves, and against normal existence. We do not believe the Japs can possibly win, 
anywhere, against the United States. 

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THE STAFF 

EDITORS 

Patricia Herndon 

Frances Shores 

Harry London 

Norma Kirckhoff 

BUSINESS MANAGERS 

Betty Carroll 

Virginia Blocher 

CIRCULATION 

Norma Gambrill 

Margaret Gumiells 

Dorothy Weller 

Mildred Garrett 

ADVERTISING 

Muriel Frames 

Alma Smith 

Arlene Peeples 

Agnes Hicks 

Wilma Smith 

Wanda Carter 

PROOF AND COPY 

Jean Benson 

Alma Lee Gott 

Mindelle Kann 

MAKE-UP 

Jeanette Ulrich 

Dorothy Kapp 

Helen Pross 

Katherine Decker 

ART 

Audrey Pramschufer 

Marguerite Wilson 

Donald Merryraan 

Ralph Barrett 

MUSIC 

Ruth Maleson 

Sylvia Gelwasser 

Jule Thompson 

SCIENCES 

Evelyn Volk 
Charlotte Schwarz 

ATHLETICS 

John Horst 
Virginia Blocher 

COLLEGE EVENTS 

Frederica Biederman 

Inez Schultz 

Mary J. Burdette 

FASHIONS 

Ellen Elste 
Shirley Hicks 

POETRY 

Virginia Dorsey 
Warren Wendler 

GENERAL LITERATURE 

Jean Connor 
Marie Kinder vatter 
Frances Robinson 

HUMOR 

Alma McAvoy 

Margaret Zillmor 

Jean Kemp 

BOOKS 

Mary Di Peppi 

Katherine Petroff 

Katherine Swain 

Ruth McCarty 

POLICY BOARD 

Dr. Ruth Lynch, Chairman 
Miss Margaret Barkley 

Miss Pearle Blood 

Miss Hazel Woodward 

Mr. Branford Millar 

TOWER LIGHT 



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I The Talk i 

i ^ 

I the Campus } 

WALKING PAST CENTRAL PRATT NOT SO LONG 
ago we noticed a display given over to our Alma Mater. In 
the foreground were arranged a number of copies of the 
publication, Seventy-Five Years of Teacher Training, with 
several volumes clipped open to show full-page portraits of 
Dr. Wiedefeld and Dr. Tall, our former president. At that 
point we underwent a definite enervation upon observing on 
the large pictures of our own college buildings, the captions 
of antiquity, "Maryland State Normal School." It seems to be 
quite inevitable that on those few occasions when the college 
receives publicity, we emerge with the categorical ambsace. 
No doubt we will spend the next seventy-five years in 
teaching the world our real name. 



LATELY, WE HAVE BEEN NOTICING EVER-IN- 
creasing numbers of a small volume called They Got Me Cov- 
ered, being a somewhat to be expected chronicle of the life 
of that eflBuent clown of the air. Bob Hope. You may see it 
lying around most anywhere (especially since it has been 
made available in your corner drugstore); and, truth-telling, 
we must say it makes for rather agreeable reading, if one 
enjoys the extraneous exaggeration characteristic of American 
humor. However, for those leaning toward more unctuous 
jibes than the proverbial brickbat, let us offer solace by re- 
ferring them to Esquire, or to the New Yorker. 



WE HATE, REALLY, TO PICK UP LOOSE ENDS, 
but may it be observed, for the benefit of any who choose to 
lend an over-harried ear, that H. L. Mencken once told us 
the astonishing fact that God Almighty Himself had en- 
dorsed democracy only since 1776. In the same breath we 
stop and wait for the news that God Almighty Himself has 
approved George Bernard Shaw's cleanly-worded definition 
of "honor," as of November, 1941. "Does your breakage fee 
need bolstering.?" Really, though, if it takes $360 to nourish 
the extravagant egos of about fifteen people what would 
protecting the reputations of all of us do to the National 
Debt? 



WE HARDLY KNOW WHICH WAY TO TURN TO 
evade the effluvium of current literature. But above all, we 
must urge you not to pass by Giro Alegria's prize-winning 
Broad and Alien Is the World. Not so long ago, when 
Archibald MacLeish was making awards out of the mouths 
of such men as Dos Passos, Sandburg, et al., a young Peru- 
vian walked away with the coveted Latin-American Prize 
Novel award, and his name was Alegria. The novel gives 
manifest treatment of Peruvian life, not to be passed over if 
one is even remotely interested in Latin-American affairs. 



WE CAN THINK OF NO DREAM MORE PLEASING 
than that suggested by Mr. Thomas Howie, Superintendent 
of the Alexis I. DuPont School in Wilmington, during our 
visit there. Mr. Howie told of a system of internship which 
corresponds to our student-teaching — wherein the students are 
paid for teaching and are left alone in the classroom, with no 
"snoopervision," as Mr. Howie acutely termed it. In addition, 
the student teacher comes under the influence of a remark- 
ably fine group of teachers, demonstrating the application of 
Gestalt psychology in modern teaching. "We are not inter- 
ested in teaching the child subject matter," observed Mr. 
Howie. "We want to teach him to live — to be a good citizen 
in a complex society." Traditional? Not at all! Pragmatic? 
Yes, yes! 

• • • 

THERE'S GENUINE FOOD FOR INVETERATE WIN- 
dow-gazers in the downtown displays, characteristic of the 
joyous Yuletide season. If you haven't seen them yet, try not 
to miss them. Stewart's has a display that would thrill the 
heart of any student teacher at work on a Maryland unit. 
Here are shown several views of Baltimore Town from its 
infant days to date, garnished with explanatory captions, 
extremely interesting. And if your heart is more levitously 
inclined, get a look at the jolly, moving show at Sears. This 
features the Dumbo Circus — which revolves around one of 
Walt Disney's latest creatures, "Dumbo of the Circus." 
Dumbo is the unfortunate little pachyderm who had such 
large ears that he was subjected to constant ridicule; but 
finally he made Hollywood by learning to fly. 



WE TAKE OUR HAT OFF TO THE CASTING Di- 
rector of the late Faculty Follies, which was such a down- 
right, rousing success. The casting was master work. In con- 
nection with this we have heard a good bit of discussion 
back and forth in regard to making the Follies a traditionally 
annual presentation; but we must express a tendency away 
from any routine as such. The larger the interval between 
madcaps, the more popular they become. Reiteration dulls 
the tongue. 



DECEMBER 



1941 



ONLY TOO OFTEN HAS IT BEEN CALLED TO OUR 
attention that the state of manners in many places where 
males and females come in contact with each other has not 
been too robust. It is true that along with equal suffrage, 
woman incurred also the male's privilege of standing on the 
street cars and busses. Well and good; if a woman is strong, 
young, and able to stand on her own two feet, she should, 
by all means. But only too often have we seen old women 
board cars, totter precariously over emptyhanded young men 
who are seated comfortably, until some kind-hearted mem- 
ber of the weaker sex gives up her seat. Our question at the 
moment is this: Are our males fallen into a lethargic state, 
or is it the minority only we have been seeing.? 



LESS IN LINE WITH THE PHILOSOPHY THAT 
woman is now equal by virtue of her cry of equality, is the 
complaint we have to make about the trend in car etiquette. 
Many is the girl who has blithely opened the car-door herself 
and hopped, unassisted, into the Maxwell, while Bertram 
dashed nimbly around the rear bumper to see if he couldn't 
be the first aboard. We have often wondered which sex would 
make the hastier exit if a room were filled with men and 
women, and someone screamed, "Fire!" We fear that if there 
were any real danger, the women would have to wait while 
the men rushed out, or else get trampled underfoot in an 
heroic attempt to prove that man has manners as well as 
beards. We hate to admit it, but we are afraid to look the word 
"gentleman" up in the best of dictionaries, because we might 
find that it became "obsolete" simultaneously with the exit of 
the horse and buggy, the gas lamp, and the bustle. 



ONE OF OUR MORE PERSEVERING SPIES WAS SO 
stimulated by the Faculty Follies that her hopefulness for 
humor in the classrooms, where faculty goes on display for 
solid hours, was much increased. Here is a sample: 

Mr. Moser: Have I made it clear that you cannot possibly 
multiply a concrete number by another concrete number? 
For example, you can't multiply miles by miles, or feet by 
feet. 

Unconvinced student: But, Mr. Moser, don't you have 
square feet.? 

Mr. Moser: Please! Don't ask personal questions! 



AND THIS ONE, WE THINK, WILL BE OBVIOUS, 
though not pulled off by an instructor: 

Miss Holt: Are you sure you're the only member of your 
section who will be using this reference on sewerage.? 

Sophomore: Oh, yes! The other girls are working on men. 



THE INFLUENCE OF TRADITION BRINGS TO MIND 
its application by a sharp tar named Godfrey. One day God- 
frey walked into a saloon, and genially announced, "When 
Godfrey drinks, everybody drinks." Whereupon everyone 
flocked to the bar and swilled a hearty stein in haste. Godfrey 
coolly pulled a dime from his hip and slapped it on the bar, 
saying aloud, "And when Godfrey pays, everybody pays." 



Calendar of Events 


WEEK OF DECEMBER 15 — 


Monday: 


Tower Light deadline 


Tuesday: 


A. C. E. meeting 




Math Club meeting 


Wednesday: 


Chimes Guild 




Basketball — Catholic University at 




Washington 


Thursday: 


Litde Theater Guild 




Christmas Dinner 


Friday: 


Assembly: Motion Pictures — "Oxi- 




dation and Reduction," "Sound 




Waves and their Sources" 




Marshals 




Christmas recess begins at 3:00 P. M. 


WEEK OF JANUARY 5 — 


Monday: 


Classes resumed — 9:00 A. M. 


Tuesday: 


Art Club meeting 


Wednesday: 


S. C. A. Vespers 


Thursday: 


Varsity Club meeting 


Friday: 


Assembly: Motion Pictures — "Mech- 




anism of Breathing," "The Truck 




Farmer" 




Marshals 




Student Council meeting 




Litde Theater Guild Play 




Basketball — Gallaudet at Gallaudet 


Saturday: 


Natural History Group — Swan's 




Creek 


WEEK OF JANUARY 12 — 


Tuesday: 


Art Club 


Wednesday: 


Chimes Guild 




I. R. C. meeting 




Te-Pa Chi Annual Dinner 




Tower Light Staff meeting — 3:15 




P.M. 


Thursday: 


Founders' Day (celebrated at the col- 

lege) 
Little Theater Guild 






Assembly: Motion Pictures — "The 




Nervous System," "Water Power" 


Friday: 


Marshals 




Tower Light Dance 




Section meetings 




Basketball — Gallaudet at Towson 


January 19 — 


Tower Light deadline 



TOWER LIGHT 



The Great One Over the Dark 



by Warren Wendler 



SYNOPSIS 



Roman Talle, senior at Edgewood University, obtains 
rooming quarters with his friend, Falloway, at a board- 
ing house on the edge of the campus. On a certain night 
he returns to his room and, after reading for an hour, 
decides to get ready for bed. He has been reading by the 
light of a lamp in the corner of the room. He extinguishes 
the light, plunging the room into total darkness. His first 
impulse is to relight the lamp, but he rejects this in favor 
of feeling his way across the room to the wall and thence 
to the switch which controls the larger light. He tal{es a 
few cautious steps and finds to his alarm that he is no 
longer on the rug-covered floor of his room. And yet he 
\nows he could not have left the room. Then events hap- 
pen swiftly. He gropes forward, ever forward and though 
he moves for many feet, he cannot reach the oppo- 
site wall. Fearful, he begins running. He runs and runs 
until exhaustion causes him to fall. A half-light suddenly 
appearing shows him to be in a long, long, queer hall- 
way far down which, he senses, is the end. Meanwhile, 
he has been aware of music which began and stopped 
abruptly. He begins running down the hall toward what 
he believes is the end. The light dies out, and moving 
in the dar\ness, he runs head-on into — the wall. It is 
only a matter of seconds now before he finds the light- 
switch. To his horror he discovers that it has tal^en him 
hours to cross the room! His friend Falloway, clothed in 
pajamas and eyes heavy with sleep, is at his side speaking 
this terrifying statement: "I came in this room an hour 
ago and there was no one here!' 

Where had Roman Talle, who had not left the room, 
been? 



PART II. 



WHAT!" It was Falloway 's turn to be amazed. 
"It'. ' ' 



« , 

;'s true. Oh, I'm not mad! At least, I don't 
think so. Listen to me! I came in at nine. At ten, I got up 
out of the easy chair under the lamp and turned the light 
out. The room was in utter darkness. I couldn't see a thing, 
not a thing. I started to cross the room in the dark to get to 
the other switch. And Jim — God, believe me, Jim — I just 
kept moving, moving forward, always moving forward. 
Wait, listen 'til I finish. I kept moving forward expecting 
any moment to reach the wall. And Jim, even though I 
started for that wall at ten o'clock, Z didn't reach it until just 
now! It was horrible. I couldn't see a damned thing! And 
I ran, Jim, I ran! I ran like hell! I was in complete darkness 
for ages and ages, it seemed. And suddenly I ran head-on into 
the wall and found the switch! That was several minutes ago. 
It is now after midnight. Jim," — his voice quivered some- 
what here — "it took me two hours moving at top speed 
to cover the fifteen feet from that lamp to this switch!" 



DECEMBER 



1941 



Falloway was puzzled by this barrage of words, which 
came so swiftly and were so amazing in content that they 
were almost unintelligible. He pulled Roman Talle down to 
a seat on the sofa which was by the wall. 

"Now tell me exactly what happened," he said. 

And Roman Talle told him almost everything, but what 
he failed to tell his friend might easily have thrown some 
light on the matter then and there, might have given them 
an inkling of the truth. It was only natural that Roman Talle 
could not give the exact time when such-and-such occurred 
or whether he was in such-and-such a circumstance. The time 
element was to prove of the utmost importance. More unfor- 
tunate was it that Roman Talle, although he did mention 
the fact that he heard music, did not mention what music it 
was. 

And when he had finished telling what had occurred, 
Falloway remained silent for a moment, obviously puzzled. 
Had this been any other person, he would immediately have 
pronounced him mad, but he well knew that Roman Talle 
was not easily frightened, impressed, or bothered. 

He asked, "Maybe you fainted, Rom. Could that be it.'"' 

"No," was the reply, "you came in at eleven o'clock. You 
would have seen me." 

Falloway said nothing. He made his friend some coffee, 
and they discussed the occurrence to some length but arrived 
at no conclusions. 

And Falloway knew that there was something really wrong 
here. For he knew that Roman Talle was telling the truth 
when he said he had never left the living quarters during 
those two hours. It had been raining since ten o'clock; and 
although Talle himself was wet with perspiration, his shoes 
were devoid of any trace of the mud that would inevitably 
be visible had he gone out. 

Falloway thought that perhaps his friend had just walked 
about the building, but he discarded this, realizing it was 
well nigh impossible to do this because other tenants com- 
plained at night of the creaking noises those walking in 
the hall or on the stairs made. 

Therefore, it seemed an established fact that Roman Talle 
had not left his room. By all indications it was true. 

Where, then, had Roman Talle been.? 

It was only natural that what happened that Friday night 
should occupy a prominent place among the thoughts in the 
mind of Roman Talle on the next day. Indeed, so persist- 
endy were his thoughts inclined toward puzzling out what 
had happened to him that he was scarcely aware of anything 
that occurred in those Saturday hours. Despite all his efforts 

5 



to find some — nay, any — explanation for his "experience," 
he could find none. And the fact that what had happened 
was inexplicable more stimulated him into making that final 
decision than the fact that it did occur. 

Roman Talle knew deep down in his heart that this was 
no trivial matter; on the contrary, it was very serious; and 
he was determined that, if he had to, he would go to any 
length to obtain an explanation. It was with this determina- 
tion in mind that he told Falloway that he was going to do 
again exactly what he had done that Friday night; he was 
deliberately going to attempt to retrace his steps across the 
room from the lamp to the wall switch. 

He made this decision on Saturday afternoon, and that 
night Falloway was present. The latter stood off to the side. 
His duty was to turn on the lamp light if Roman Talle him- 
self had not reached the wall switch within a reasonable 
time. Under no circumstances was he himself to attempt 
to cross the room. 

Roman Talle did not hesitate. When his watch said ten 
o'clock, he had Falloway turn off the room light while he 
himself turned off the lamp light. 

And once more he stood in complete darkness. He felt 
a sudden rush of fear as he took the first few steps and his 
courage gave way. He turned around to switch on the lamp 
light once more. He wasn't exactly surprised when he failed 
to find the lamp. It should have been within reach, but of 
course it wasn't. 

He realized he would have to go forward; he could not 
go back. If he did go back, he would get lost ... in what? 
God! Suppose he were never able to get out of this place! 

He immediately dismissed these unpleasant thoughts from 
his mind when he realized that he was once more on a hard 
floor. He wasn't so afraid this time because it was what 
he had expected. 

And so he started to advance. The darkness once more 
pressed down upon him. But he did not seem to mind some- 
how. He almost felt confident. With a joyous laugh rising in 
his throat, he began to run. As before, he ran and ran, en- 
countering nothing, until he fell exhausted upon the ground. 
As before, when he attempted to feel his limbs and body, he 
was not able to do so; but he was not afraid because it was 
what he had expected. 

This is the same as the last time, he mused. 

And then, suddenly, without rhyme or reason, he felt an 
urge to write. In his pocket were pen and paper. In the dark- 
ness he scrawled a note, folded it, and put it into his coat 
pocket. He did not know what he had written or why, and 
somehow did not care. It had just been an inexplicable im- 
pulse. He had been compelled to obey it. These reflections 
sobered him. 

He arose. The same light which had appeared the last time 
appeared again. And he could see not far ahead of him . . . 

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a river, and on the other side, he knew, was the goal, the way. 
A sudden, burning desire to cross that river and get back 
into his own world filled him. He hastened toward the water's 
edge. And as he neared it, he recognized it strangely enough 
as Bruck Run, the river that ran behind Edgewood Uni- 
versity! But he had to cross it. This one desire obsessed him. 
Had he been thinking clearly, the very fact that this was 
Bruck Run would have stopped him. But he felt that he 
had to cross it. However, as he took the final steps prepara- 
tory to leaping into the water, a dark figure appeared at his 
left hurrying to intercept him. He screamed and ran for the 
edge. This — whatever it was — was trying to stop him from 
reaching his own world! He had to get away! 

The dark shape was crying out to him, trying to stop him. 
It had hold of his coat. He tore savagely out of the grip that 
clutched him, crying, "Let go of me, damn you!" And 
he leaped into the river, the coat torn off his back by that 
dark form. 

He struggled to the water's surface. And as he began to 
swim for the opposite bank, he sensed that something was 
horribly wrong. He looked toward the bank from which 
he had just leaped. A policeman stood there shouting to him 
and holding his coat. 

And Roman Talle thought, "Why am I here.?" 
He screamed as the truth flashed across his brain and he 
tried to swim. 
But something was pulling him under . . . 
And the Sunday Albany News said: 

"Roman Talle, a student of Edgewood University, 
committed suicide last night by leaping into Bruck Run, 
the river that runs behind the University. Thomas 
Morne, a police officer, saw him running toward the 
river and attempted to stop him. However, Roman Talle 
tore away and leaped into the river where he was 
drowned. The officer managed to grab his coat before 
his death leap. In one of the pockets was found a note 
addressed to his roommate. It said: 'I can't go on like 
this any longer. Good bye.' He signed his name." 
But the next day Falloway was interviewed by the press 
and he repeated exacdy what Roman Talle had told him that 
fatal Friday night. He likewise told all that had transpired 
up until the time that Talle started to cross the room for the 
second — and last — time. 

He concluded with, "About five minutes after he started 
toward the other wall, I switched on the lamp light. He was 
gone. Neither the door nor the windows had been opened. 
I can swear that he did not leave the room." 

If this statement were accepted as true, how had Roman 
Talle managed to get from the room to the river.? 

This problem was a direct outgrowth of Falloway's story. 
People who did not know him thought he had created a 

TOWER LIGHT 



series of enormous lies which they could not possibly fathom. 
However, intimate acquaintances of his, such as his instruc- 
tors and student friends, realizing that he had no possible 
motive for lying and firm in the belief that he would not 
lie even if motivated, chose to accept his story as true; and 
a good number of these people decided to seek a solution 
to the problem. After a few weeks of investigation, it was 
realized that if any explanation could be offered at all, it 
would have to be one hundred per cent theory, with litde, 
if any, scientific basis. All attempts to find any explanation 
got nowhere, for there was nowhere to start. After the in- 
vestigation had just about been given up as hopeless, a Dr. 
Henry Arthur appeared on the scene. He was said to be the 
world's greatest theorist and logician; and although he was 
looked down upon by practical scientists, even they had to 
concede that he was a man of rare intelligence. Why he came 
no one knew. He went first to see Falloway and got the entire 
story of what had happened from him. He urged Falloway 
to give him every detail. 

The latter has written the following account of the inves- 
tigation. He first describes the doctor: 

"He was one to attract attention. His great stature, his 
quick step, bespoke an inner vitality and boundless energy. 
The piercing eyes topped by a high, broad, forehead were in- 
dicative of intellect and insight; and one could not help being 
aware of his keen, analytical powers. 

"After he had questioned me for hours, it seemed, drawing 
from me even the slightest, apparently most irrelevant facts, 
he launched forth into a long explanation. 

"He began: 

" 'My explanation of what happened to Roman Talle 
may seem utterly fantastic and entirely impossible. But there 
are many things in our world today that are equally so, I 
grant you. Our modern inventions were considered impos- 
sible years ago. The fact that the chair upon which you are 
now seated is solid and yet composed of units which are 
constantly in motion is fantastic in itself. I am merely trying 
to say that you must consider before rejecting my explana- 
tion. It is a poor scientist, indeed, who presumes to say that 
this or that is impossible even if it is from all surface indica- 
tions. Indeed, we cannot call anything impossible. 

" 'As you know, all our senses are imperfect. There are 
sounds we cannot hear, things we cannot see; it follows that 
our intelligences, likewise, are imperfect, that our thinking 
capacities are inadequate, our conceptions relatively few. We 
are now dealing with something beyond our ability to con- 
ceive, or if to conceive, to appreciate. Perhaps later, we shall 
develop sufliciendy to comprehend; perhaps a scientific law 
will be the result. 

" 'Enough of this, however. Let me try to explain. I believe 
that there exists a world negative to ours, a world encompass- 



ing the same space as ours; and everything which exists for 
our world, also has a place in the other. What is space to us 
is solid there, and what is solid to us is space. Where at night, 
for instance, we see yellow stars and the moon in a black 
sky, the other world sees the sky as yellow with black stars 
and a black moon. In other words, everything we have here 
has a double existence- The chair you are sitting on has a 
definite place in the other world as well as in this one. 

" 'We have, then, two worlds in one. If this is true, these 
worlds must revolve around a single axis, which axis, at cer- 
tain times and under certain conditions only, forms a passage- 
way from one world to the other. Somewhere in your room 
is that axis. Roman Talle was unfortunate enough to find it. 

" 'The first night he crossed the room, conditions were such 
that the passageway lay open to him. He entered and there 
received reverberations from both worlds. A light filled the 
passageway, and he heard portions of music, which occur- 
rences were brought about when you came in, turned on the 
light, and switched on the radio. At the same time, he was 
feeling the effects of the other world, as evidenced by the fact 
that he could not feel his limbs, was not aware of himself. 
That first night, Roman Talle was transported back to his 
own world before he entered the other world. Thus he found 
himself in his own room. By that time you were in bed and 
asleep. 

" 'That second night I do not know exactly what hap- 
pened. I do know that he entered the other world. While 
there, it may have been that he realized what was occurring; 
and, overwhelmed by knowledge too great for human mind, 
he decided to take his life by leaping into Bruck Run. You 
see, when he was transported to his own world, he was 
brought back to the spot corresponding to where he had last 
been in the negative world. 

" 'More likely than the fact that he deliberately committed 
suicide is my belief that he did not know what was going on. 
I believe that he was punished, that he broke a natural law. 
And it is impossible to go unpunished if you break a natural 
law. Just as you cannot step off a high building and not expect 
to fall, you cannot enter the negative world and expect to go 
unpunished. Nature, then, gave him his just due. He learned 
a secret he should never have learned. 

" 'And now you and I know the same secret.' 

"I was breathless after this account. I could only find words 
to say that as fantastic as his explanation was, I had to accept 
it because it was logical and because it was the only explana- 
tion. 

"I asked, 'What shall we do.?' 

"He replied, 'I cannot answer for you, but I shall attempt 
to enter that other world.' 



DECEMBER 



1941 



" 'But it means death,' I cried. 
"Dr. Arthur smiled and said, 'I know.' 
"As he turned to leave, I heard myself saying, 'I'm with 
you.' " 



Follies Finale 



Exactly one day after Dr. Henry Arthur interviewed Fal- 
loway, the following small article appeared in the Albany 
News: 

"The eminent theorist, Dr. Henry Arthur, and John Fal- 
loway, a student at Edgewood University have completely 
disappeared. An investigation is being conducted by the 
city police ..." 

And there were many details. 



FOR CHRISTMAS 

It's Christmas, and beneath the tree 
On Christmas morn I'd like to see 
These packages addressed to me — 

None other. 
Done up in ribbon on the table, 
I'd love to come upon Clark Gable: 
I'd shout with joy (if I were able) — 

Oh, brother! 
And right against the parlor wall. 
Extending far into the hall, 
Ten tons of cashew nuts — none small — 

I'd eat 'em. 
For being good, I think I rate 
Although I guess it's rather late; 
A dozen pounds of extra weight: 

I need 'em. 
Yes, Christmas morn beneath the tree 
I only want these presents three. 
Just send them on from you to me. 

A DAY IN DECEMBER 

A blanket, soft and white. 
Has covered Quaker leaves. 
Transparent pinnacles 
Add splendor to the eaves. 
Frost has painted arabesque 
Upon each window pane. 
Trees are wrapped by Nature 
In crystal cellophane. 
The mirror on the pond 
Reflects the hoary sky. 
The air is filled with laughter 
Of skaters gliding by. 

— Virginia Dorsey. 



Theatre-goers, never in all stage history has such a galaxy 
of stars appeared in one performance, as produced that 
Broadway success, "Curse You, Jack Dalton." The hit brought 
here in his best role E. Foster Dowell, who out-loved all his 
previous love parts; the great and only Compton Crook, who 
out-villained all his previous villany, and hero of heroes, Joe 
Young West who, with unforgettable bravery saved the day. 
There were also in this great show the gentle Merle Yoder, 
the aristocratic Jane Joslin, the unpredictable Hazel Wood- 
ward and, last but not least, that sweet young thing, Mary 
Grogan. Loud and long were the hisses that accompanied 
the malicious deeds of the moustached villain. Drip, drip 
went the tears as the heroine's tale of woe wrung the hearts 
of many. Thunderous was the applause as a pistol and the 
hero laid bare the cruel truth and saved all. This drama was 
indeed heart-rending, but all was well when at last virtue 
triumphed. The critics have agreed that the entire cast was 
superb, that the show was the best of the season, and that 
the soul-stirring story and unforgettable acting will live in 
the memory of all who were so fortunate as to view the pre- 
sentation of "Curse You, Jack Dalton." 

Neither will they forget the musical which followed under 
the guidance of that "courtly and courteous Baron of Amuse- 
ment," Curt Walther. Indeed, Mr. Walther's wit, aided and 
abetted by his be-checkered waiter, Mr. Moser, started things 
in a whirl. The charming Mme. Jarley (bravo! Dr. Wiede- 
feld) displayed with due pomp and circumstance her rare 
collection of wax works which, this critic will say, were more 
life-like than any wax works heretofore seen. And then the 
other acts — the Mississippi tenor (Dr. West), the man on 
the flying trapeze and the girl he had stolen away (Coach 
Minnegan and Dr. Crabtree), that melodious trio (Dr. A. 
Dowell, Miss MacDonald, and Mr. Millar), that beautiful 
bird in the gilded cage (Miss Bersch), the graceful waltz by 
Miss Brown and Mr. Lembach, solos rendered by Miss 
Schroeder and Miss Weyforth, songs and dances by Mr. 
Lembach and the chorus of beautiful ladies, and the grand 
finale of all the acts. 

If you did not see this stupendous, colossal, terrific show, 
if you were not enchanted by the "tuneful ditties," if you 
were not entranced by the "beauteous maidens" — you really 
missed it! 

P. S. — A bushel of apples to the entire faculty and staff 
for their highly commendable acting ability and showman- 
ship and, most of all, for their good sportsmanship! 

— Dorothy Kapp. 



TOWER LIGHT 



Have 
You 
Met . . . ? 



PAUL HARRIS 

President of the Sophomore Class 

"It came upon me while I was shaving," tall, brown-eyed 
Paul confided. I was startled from my pleasing contempla- 
tion of the sophomore president's red tie and asked, rather 
stupidly, what he meant. Before he could reply, I remembered 
the answer myself. ... A few weeks ago Mr. Harris had 
been z'/ce-president of his class; then a sudden vacancy in 
the higher position had made him president. 

Paul is intensely interested in Scouts — Explorer and 
Eagle; he is an assistant Scout master and likes, best of all, 
to camp. His main sideline ambition is, however, in a dif- 
ferent field: he aims to be — of all things — a deep sea diver! 

The "new" sophomore president enjoys classical music — 
especially Dvorak's 'New World Symphony. He airily waved 
aside my timid opinion that Strauss made good listening by 
his declaration of developing an understanding and apprecia- 
tion of Bach! ("If Wendler can like him . . . "). 

Paul's college activities include track, Glee Club and — 
"outside of that" — homework. I reminded him, then, that 
being class president requires quite a bit of time; that advice 
was unnecessary for he is quite willing and able to roll up 
his shirt sleeves and get to work. "I'm going to do the best 
I can," he said. And he meant it. 



ELEANOR SCHUTZ 
President of the Freshman Class 

Miss Schutz came dashing out of Mr. Crook's class — 
"saved by the bell" — and I gendy shoved her into the T. L. 
oflBce for an interview. 

Perching on the desk, "Shorty" (she's five feet, eleven and 
three-fourths inches tall) seemed rather vague as to definite 
information about herself. The few facts I could prod from 
her ran something like this: She collects everything, likes 
sports, and plays the piano (she was too modest about the last 
accomplishment). She loves dancing and is quite happy and 
satisfied with the college and the dormitory. Her favorite 
color is pink and she hails from Sparrows Point. 

By this time Madame President was a litde befuddled at, 
and I was a little weary from my "tooth-pulling" interview, 
so we decided to end it then and there. Shorty's parting shot 

DECEMBER ■ 1941 



as she left the T. L. office set mc wondering a little about 
my powers of observation. "Oh, yes," she said, "don't forget 
to mention that I have green eyes!" Zounds! I could have 
written a book on that one statement. 



MARY LOUISE SMITH 
Vice-President of the Freshman Class 

"Beebe" ("I called myself that for no reason at all") is a 
direct antithesis to her superior officer in the matter of phys- 
ical features . . . she is short and has brown hair and eyes 
(I noticed the last FIRST). 

Miss Smith comes from Frederick County and would be 
more than content at college if it weren't for that "ole debbil" 
homesickness. However, when she forgets about home, her 
enthusiasm for everying "but reading" is tremendous. She is 
"crazy" about all sports, "loves" jitterbugging ("I try any- 
way") and has a "great yen" for dramatics. 

If the old saying that opposites get along well together is 
true, then President "Shorty" and Vice-President "Beebe" 
should make a smooth executive team. 



LONGING 

When I was two and twenty, 
A leopard held me slave 

Deep in his gloomy forest 
Digging his diamond cave. 

With tricks and quick conniving 
(You could not call me brave) 

I 'scaped my lord the leopard, 
I 'scaped the diamond cave. 

Now I am four and forty. 
And dwell in pleasant lands. 

Yet aches my heart. It is not here 
One glimpses diamonds. 



-J.C. 



POME 



Social studies, 
English, 
Madil 

They're enough to drive one daff. 
What's the course of study say } 
What's the trip planned for today? 
Objectives, courses, units — all. 
They're the things which Juniors call — 
"My worries." 

— Helen Pross. 



How the Other Half Lives 

December 25th — Christmas — we celebrate! It is a time 
of happiness, caroling, good things to eat, and the filling of 
those stockings which "were hung by the chimney with 
care." To make it picturesque, in some regions the weather 
is cold and snow is lying heaped upon the ground. Every- 
where we see the Christmas trees with their multi-colored 
bulbs; the mistletoe and holly; and the candles in the win- 
dows casting their friendly beams into the frosty atmos- 
phere. Yes, it is Christmas and everybody is celebrating. 
But in this vast country of ours there are many ways of 
observing the Yuletide aside from those we Marylanders 
know. 

Not very far from our northern border are the Moravians 
of Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, who start many days before 
Christmas to bake the delicious and ornamental cookies used 
in the holiday parties and for decorating the Putz. The Putz is 
the Christmas tree which is a pine, cedar or whatever type 



So What 



Some say that Junior girl from Hagerstown will be spend- 
ing the Christmas holiday in Oklahoma. Elizabeth S. has 
lost her heart to Hopkins. Marvel is running her a close sec- 
ond, though. Fran Larson has also gotten the bug; it must be 
catching. 

Jr. 3 had a super duper party in Bremer Sherman's club 
cellar. Since Jack Williamson was leaving the next day, he 
bid a fond farewell to all (the girls). Don't all you boys 
quit school, 'cause it might not work again. 

Speaking of persons quitting — what will Mary Jane do 

without Dick.? 

• • • 

Did you know Betty Letzer is expecting a diamond for 
Christmas.'' Likewise Margie Parker? Likewise M. Heuisler.'' 

• • • 

Refo seems to have room-mate complications. 

• • • 

Someone in the school is making himself very obnoxious 
by walking away with important books, such as Hopkins' 
Interaction. Don't you think a word to the wise should be 

sufficient? 

• • • 

Some of the Freshman girls are asking who that certain 
Senior boy is. Make yourself known, Johnny! 

— Peg GtJNNELLS. 



desired, having at its base a small landscape of mosses and 
greens upon which are planted tiny houses, trees, people and 
animals. A sacred ceremony, the love-feast, is held in the 
church on Christmas Eve. In observance of the love-feast 
each member of the congregation is served a large cup of 
coffee and a bun. At this time also, each little child is given 
a lighted candle to represent the coming of the Light into 
the World. Thus, the Moravians observe Christmas. 

We find Christmas Day in the South more like the Fourth 
of July. It is the noisiest day of the year, with firecrackers 
popping, bells ringing, children yelling, and brass bands 
parading the streets. This activity begins at midnight and 
lasts all day. To make the occasion "Christmasy" (if I may 
express it so) the houses are tastefully decorated with holly 
and mistletoe, the Christmas dinner still has its turkey and 
cranberry sauce, and Santa Claus comes to see all the good 
little boys and girls. 

In the old Spanish settlements of New Mexico, the Christ- 
mas celebration begins a whole week before December 25th. 
Each evening a party of men and women goes to the houses 
of friends, dramatizing "The Virgin Mary and St. Joseph 
seeking lodging." The people in the house are at first hesi- 
tant about admitting the party. This is done to carry out the 
idea that Mary and Joseph were refused entrance in Bethle- 
hem. However, the door is finally opened to the party and 
everyone has a merry time. On Christmas Eve, the Birth of 
the Savior is presented in tableaux in some large hall of the 
community. 

Did you know that at one time the celebration of Christmas 
was forbidden in one portion of our country? The Pilgrims 
and Puritans of New England looked upon it as a pagan 
festival and in Massachusetts there was a law forbidding 
celebrating. How very different now! Christmas in New 
England is just like Christmas anywhere else, except in a 
few small towns and villages adhering to Puritan ideas. In 
the small towns of New Hampshire, one large tree is set up 
in the center of town and all the parents place the children's 
gifts on the tree. The children and parents assemble at a set 
time, and after a program of Christmas music and song, the 
presents are taken and the tree left practically bare. 

How many of us are aware of these different celebrations 
on Devember 25th? 

— Inez Schultz. 

Attention, Sophisticates: 

• Keep your eye on that sophisticated column which goes 
by the name of "The Talk of the Campus." Noone, precisely, 
can be credited with the material, but it is drawn from the 
best sources of college oudook among the student body. You 
may even submit your own paragraphs, after the pattern 
here demonstrated. 



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TOWER LIGHT 



After Four Months 



This is a time of change. Many changes, indeed, have been 
recently evident in our college. One of these, and one of im- 
portance to every student, concerns the advisory system. 
Prior to this year it was customary for each section in the 
school to have a ready-made advisor, selected for each group 
by the administration. This advisor was to see that section 
management went smoothly, was to help orient new students, 
and was to serve as a source of advice and guidance to the 
students when they met various problems in their school life. 
This system had been in use for some time and during that 
time had been the recipient of growing criticism and discon- 
tent. The arguments advanced against the section-advisor 
set-up included the following: 

(1) The grouping of students into sections stimulated 
section cliques and "sectionalism." 

(2) In the classroom, instructors as well as section mem- 
bers came to know just who could be depended upon to do 
the required work. As a result of this, instructors would call 
upon the reliable students and foster their energies and abil- 
ities, and the section members who tended to be indifferent 
toward their work became more so, depending upon the re- 
liable individuals to carry on. 

(3) Many intra-section cliques existed, much to the detri- 
ment of the sections and the college at large. 

(4) Social atmosphere in and among the sections was defi- 
cient. The students were concerned with each other chiefly 
in the academic role and litde in the social. 

(5) One of the most important criticisms was that the 
section was merely an organization through which certain 
necessary functions of the administration could reach the 
students. It was a tool by which administrative duties and 
affairs were carried out. 

(6) Probably the most important criticism was that the 
advisor was not really an advisor. This meant that, in general, 
students did not consult their advisors. Personal problems 
were either lacking, were solved personally, remained un- 
solved, or were brought to the attention of some other in- 
structor. 

This growing discontent finally found voice and was 
brought up in Student Council. After much discussion and 
planning on the part of faculty and students, the system in 
existence today was inaugurated. This system is still in its 
experimental stage. At present, the Freshman and Sopho- 
more classes have section advisors. This year the members of 
the Junior and Senior classes were allowed to select their own 
advisors, each person of the class doing so individually. Those 
choices having been made, college life has continued for four 
months. Four months should be a fair trial for the new set- 



up. How does opinion stand now? Is the new system superior 
to the old one? 

There is still discontent. The Freshmen and Sophomores 
resent being treated like little children and rightly so. The 
rest of the college glibly voted to retain section advisors for 
the underclassmen, but reserved for themselves the privilege 
of individual choice. Little can be done about this part of the 
situation now. Further trial, discussion, and planning must 
take place before any changes can be made. However, how 
about the upperclassmen ? Is the individual advisor set-up 
beneficial to them? Are they getting the most from it? The 
answers to these queries seem to be along a negative line. It 
is safe to say that few students have consulted their advisors. 
This is fact. Some students have not even spoken to their 
advisors outside of the classroom. There was also the case 
of a student who did not know who her advisor was. (This 
may or may not be a reflection upon the student. We are 
inclined to think it is not.)* It cannot be that upperclassmen 
have no problems. It is doubtful if anyone will deny that 
they do. But still advisors are not being consulted. What is 
the trouble? Does the answer lie in the system or in the 
students? Has the "after" improved upon the "before"? 



*Ed. Note — Notices concerning appointment of personal 
advisors were sent to all sections. Let us have further discus- 
sion of the problems of the advisory system in the Open 
Forum. 



Honor Poll 



DECEMBER 



1941 



The Math Club under the guidance of Mr. Moser, under- 
took the conduction of a poll to find out the opinion of the 
student body on the matters of cheating and an honor system. 
Startling results were obtained; here they are — and where 
do we go from here? 

It was found that over one-half of the students questioned 
felt there was litde cheating going on in the matters of priv- 
ileges and testing. Does this condition actually exist in our 
college, or are 58% of our poll-participants laboring vmder 
false impressions? The poll showed that one-fourth of all the 
persons questioned believed there was a great deal of cheat- 
ing taking place in all fields; these persons must have had 
some basis for answering as they did wherein lies our next 
step? 

The attitude of the non-cheater is a prime factor with 
which to reckon, for it can either be the backbone of an honor 
system or the rotten poles to undermine one. Fifty-one per 
cent, of the day students are silent but resentful of the cheater 

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who merrily piles up good marks at the expense of fellow 
students and classmates, and 66% of the resident students 
take the same attitude. But 12% of the resident students 
actively protest against cheating while not one of the day stu- 
dents speaks against a wrong-doer, even though he is bitterly 
opposed to him. If an honor system existed, this protesting 
would have to take place, for what is an honor system but 
protecting the innocent from the cheater by reporting the 
latter when he is out of step.? 

When asked if an honor system would work in this col- 
lege, 100% of the Freshmen stated positively that it would. 
Is this naivete and optimism, or have the Seniors just grown 
bitter before their time.? For of all the Seniors questioned, 
55% said in no uncertain terms that an honor system could 
not wor\ in our colege! They have been here four years; 
are they care worn, haggard and pessimistic, or are they wise 
and merely being honest in their answers.? The Sophs were 
evenly divided in their opinion as to whether a system would 
work or not, while the Juniors said "Yes, it would," backed 
by a 70% aye. 

But if we had an honor system, necessity would demand 
that we also have a court to judge violators. Sixty-five per 
cent, of the student body agreed that this court should con- 
sist of students and faculty alike, while 33% felt that stu- 
dents alone should control the wrong-doers. 

Well, there you have the results of the poll: what shall 
our next step be.? Should we be educated from the minute 
we enter the college as to honor, starting with the innocence 
of our believing Freshmen, or will old age (meaning Juniors 
and Seniors) ripen us to the idea.? Here are the facts; the 
rest is in your hands. 



SIMILIES 

"Vanity Fair" — Room "13" 

"A Midsummer Night's Dream" — Mr. Lembach 

"The Tempest" — Dr. Foster Dowell 

"Escape" — The Coke Machine 

"The Stargazer" — Dr. Wset 

"She Stoops to Conquer" — Betty Jean Battenfeld 

"Treasure Island" — Miss Joslin's Room 

"The Male Animal" — Mr- Moser 

"I Married an Angel" — Mr. Crook 

"The Westward Movement" — Practicums 

"With Hearts Courageous" — Miss Bader's classes 

"Black April" — Student Teaching 

"Men Like Gods" — Find one 

"Three Harbours" — Miss Blood 

"Honorable Estate" — Glen Esk 

"The Lively Lady" — Dr. Crabtree 

"If I Were You" — Supervisors 

"Famine" — Book Shop's lunch hour 

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Suggestion to ^'Senior" 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

For a long time I have been of the opinion that the men 
in this college are elevated individuals who think themselves 
capable of subjugating the Gods on Mount Olympus. The 
question is no longer a moot one — I know it now. 

At the time of their entrance into S. T. C. the males 
(notice I didn't say men) are literally handed golden skates 
on which to skate through college life. Attached to their heads 
there seems to be a star which forbids the criticizing of the 
male by the lowly female. Therefore, with the hope that I 
will not tread on sacred territory, may I present my little 
dissertation. 

Why, in Heaven's name, should the men receive more con- 
sideration in the teaching system.? Are they not in the 
minority.? Naturally, since there are more women employed 
in the teaching system, the ratio of their advancement is 
greater than that of the male. The mere fact that a teacher 
wears long pants should not entitle him to parking space in 
the principal's office! People who get high offices earn these 
offices by years of hard work. Four or five years of study is 
just a drop in the educational bucket. And rightly so! 

If "Senior" really wants an advancement he will study and 
take his chance along with the rest of us "skirts." 

— JuSe. 

ON DUTY 

Three phones to get, 
Three girls to find, 
A thousand things 
On my small mind. 
I'm on duty. 

A bell to push, 
A light to switch. 
And all the boys 
Out the door to pitch. 
On hall duty. 

A plug to pull, 
A door to lock. 
One eye on the mail 
And one on the clock — 
Still on duty. 

It's time — at last! 
With heavy feet 
I climb the stairs 
To a safe retreat 
From hall duty. 

— Mary Jane Burdette. 

TOWER LIGHT 



Helpful Henry 



ON PAGE 29 in the Student Handbooks, one will find 
a section labelled "Men's Dress Code," and it is my 
humble opinion that it needs an airing. Being of an alert na- 
ture and not at all blind or hard of hearing, I sensed a slight 
unrest among the male populace, coupled with some conster- 
nation, regarding just exactly what our men could wear. My 
experience and knowledge along these lines practically com- 
pels me to enlarge upon and explain the Men's Dress Code. 

Well, first of all, the name is all wrong. Take Webster's 
word for it. A code, as Mr. Webster defines it, is a system of 
rules or regulations or laws. And, unless I have been un- 
scrupulously misled, such regulations are supposed to be 
heeded. That is why I say that the name is misleading. Per- 
haps it should be called "How to Dress Properly — For Styl- 
ish Young Men" or "Desirable Dress for College Men." Don't 
take me wrong, I am not criticising — just observing. You 
and I know that critics are important-looking people who use 
big words to try and prove they know more about anything 
than you do. 

It has occurred to me that people who write codes and reg- 
ulations ought to realize that we are individuals. After all, 
isn't it a silly thing for them to say I must wear a sleeved 
sweater, just after I bought a perfectly good sleeveless 
sweater.? And for them to intimate that one should conceal 
one's new "Elasto-Transparent" suspenders with the pearl 
clips is revolting. Imagine a woman who doesn't have five or 
six straps showing! At least, men's suspenders don't keep 
slipping out of place, and they aren't attached with safety 
pins, bobby pins, paper clips, adhesive tape, etc. 

Then there is the free interpretation to which Rule 4 is 
open. It has what might truly be called the "elastic clause" 
which I must say puts the original stretching clause to shame. 
"Men students may wear sweaters . . . when that type of dress 
is appropriate." Appropriate, indeed! How many creative- 
minded youths have set themselves to interpreting this in 
terms of their individual wardrobes and desires! The clause 
goes further to state that "any type of sleeved sweater may 
be worn if it is consistent with the standards of appearance 
and good taste." I actually overheard one Freshman ask, 
"What standards?" And as to appearance, well, anyone 
knows the loyalty men have toward garments. The older they 
are the more comfortable and acceptable old clothes become. 
A man looks awkward in a sweater until it displays two or 
three moth holes, a wandering elbow, and a few Red Cross 
or Willkie buttons. Furthermore, the person who even sug- 
gests that that sweater is not up to par, is treading on dan- 
gerous ground. I know three boys who ran away from home 
because their mothers gave away certain of their prized old 

DECEMBER • 1941 



clothes when they were at the movies. 

As to good taste, it is my personal behef, from observa- 
tion, that the taste of an average male sweater-wearer is ter- 
rible. Leave it up to a man to pick out wierd color combina- 
tions and designs. As a matter of fact, one Junior confessed 
to me that he had a secret weakness for perpendicularly 
striped sweaters — alternately red, green, and purple. Now 
don't think for a minute that these men do not consider 
themselves the ultra-ultra apex of appearance and good taste. 

There has been much discontent among the Sophomores 
concerning the Code. I have heard it rumored that it's getting 
hard to borrow a coat for observations now-a-days. Think 
what this means; here we have the slipping in of those non- 
descript garments that simply cannot be classified. There are 
any number of odd things on the market that are referred 
to as jumpers, jackets, slouch coats, campus coats, loungees, 
etc. It is quite obvious that an air of ambiguity surrounds 
these terms. For instance, if a teacher says, "Johnny, you 
should be wearing a coat now," he blandly replies, "This is 
a Kampus Kavortin' Koat — the latest thing in men's coat 
wear this fall." And what can a person reply to that.'' Nobody 
understands new styles; they just take it for granted that 
times have changed since they were young, and accept any- 
thing. 

Another problem brought up is in reference to discarding 
coats. I feel that enlightenment is in need here for, after all, 
there come times when men feel absolutely forced to remove 
their coats. For example, I overheard this touching conver- 
sation not long ago between two men students: 

Freshman: "Joe, I'm positively working up a sweat sawing 
all these boards — I wonder if anyone would mind if I took 
off my coat.?" 

Senior: "I don't know, Hank. I've never had mine o£E. 
Tradition, y'know." 

That is what I call a pitiful situation. Really, one shouldn't 
feel as though his suit were sewed onto him, as in the case 
of this gullible Senior. There is a happy medium. When en- 
gaged in manual labor, it gives one a feeling of solid working- 
class respectability to lay aside one's coat, roll up one's sleeves, 
and pitch in. There can be no objection to that. Frankly, what 
hair I have curls whenever these Book Shop Cowgirls shout 
at me, "Say, you're not at home!" (so comprehensive and 
original, isn't it.?) as I walk by feeling particularly comfort- 
able in my shirtsleeves, having just painted fourteen posters 
for some slave-driving committee. 

So, fellows, bear up under the criticism. You know how 
rules are — we all wear what we want anyhow, don't we.? 

— Henry Pembrooke, Esq. 

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Open Forum 



Says It Can Work 



To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

Why is an honor system incredible? Take for granted the 
fact that we believe in honor. Accept also the assumption 
that we have achieved honor ourselves. (Forget about the 
|360 worth of books — if you can.) Still I ask — why not 
an honor system.? I do not conceive of it as a means of meas- 
uring honor but rather as a stimulant to keep those who have 
already achieved honor consciously striving to maintain it. 
An honor system would also act as a stimulant to those who 
have not yet been awakened to their underlying qualities of 
ethical and honorable conduct, or to those who need to build 
a basic foundation of honor in order to live according to 
their highest capabilities. Furthermore, can we not believe 
in an ideal even though we may be far from it ourselves at 
the present.'' The questions have been asked "Do laws make 
men moral.?" "Will nagging and propaganda for honor fall 
on any but deaf ears.?" If men are subjected to laws and 
propaganda long enough and forcefully enough they are 
bound sooner or later to be influenced to some degree by them 
in spite of themselves. At least they become aware of the de- 
sirable action that should be taken. 

If we agree that "Passive toleration of dishonor in others 
is not an attribute of a truly honorable man," how can we 
tolerate even traces of dishonor in our fellow students.? So- 
cial ostracism is truly a powerful weapon with which to 
combat dishonor. BUT — would not an honor system make 
this method of dealing with the problem more effective than 
it could ever hope to be under present conditions.? Surely this 
point does not need further explanation. We cannot dive 
blindly into an honor system set-up and hope for the best. 
Somehow we must prepare ourselves for it or else enter it 
gradually to allow for the adjustments that will inevitably 
result from a new way of conducting our college life. That, 
too, is our problem. It is not unusual to hear our own students 
describing the college as a "glorified high school." (Not 
everyone, of course, but some.) Now is the time and here 
is the opportunity to help change that description. And we 
can do it. 

Perhaps we are not yet ready for an honor system; perhaps 
we have not yet reached that stage of development in demo- 
cratic living. We could still be ready for it in a very short 
while if we really want it. It seems to me that the establish- 
ment of an honor system, a real honor system, here would 
be one of the greatest achievements we could ever hope for. 

— Helen Pross. 
November 14, 1941. 

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To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

Hider with his mechanized army of terror has driven into 
and taken Poland, Austria, Rumania, Czechoslovakia, Den- 
mark, Norway, the Low Countries, France, and others. His 
military strength has surprised statesmen of the entire world, 
but his economic endurance has been a source of even greater 
surprise. In May of 1939, prior to the beginning of the war. 
Time published an article which offered as its moral this: 
"If she fights soon, Germany, unless she can team up 
with Russia, must win by a bUtz\rieg, or she will lose, 
as in 1914-18, to the silent pressure of human and indus- 
trial starvation and the British fleet." 
There was much written and said about the economic rev- 
olution which would be the downfall of Germany. The 
standard of living in Germany was reputed to have fallen 
20 per cent, since the pre-Hider era. The people were even 
denied necessities, so that the factories could flourish. For in 
Nazi Germany it is the government and the army first; the 
people are the last to be considered. Last year a Jewish 
refugee, not an ordinary person, but an educated woman, 
holding her doctor's degree from a well-known German uni- 
versity, spoke to a group of young people in Maryland. She 
said that the stories of the denial and suffering of the German 
people are not exaggerations, but under-statements. 

Early in the war, the economic state of Germany was la- 
belled "conducive to an internal revolution." Those familiar 
with the situation said Germany could not survive a long 
war — the industry geared to super-productive rates for war- 
time supplies would collapse. But Germany has not had an 
economic collapse. She is as powerful today as ever. She has 
not teamed up with Russia. But she is doing a fair job of 
defeating her great Communistic neighbor at this writing. 
And she has not won by a blitzkrieg, nor is there any indi- 
cation of the end of the war in the near future. All of the 
prospective dooms promised for Germany have been obliter- 
ated by her overwhelming military victories. Now, in the 
second year of the war, she has great, masterful England on 
a terrible defensive. But still in the United States, we sit back, 
and point confidently to our naval bases and our army camps 
overflowing with efficiendy trained men (at whom, I say, 
Hider's super-trained army of German youths would snicker) . 
We fear no invasion; we know there is an ocean between 
the threat of Hitler and our land. Yet, while we gaze across 
the waters and look with pity on the war-torn continent, 
Hider is busy right here in our cities, in our factories, in our 
shipyards, and even in our government, preparing for the kill, 
and the conquest of his biggest prize — the United States of 
America. 
November 15, 1941. — J. F. M. 

TOWER LIGHT 



Likes Helpful Henry 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

Why not some more of those clean-humored articles of 
advice from Henry Pembrooke, Esq. ? As essays they are fine 
and smooth, and might readily rank with the best of their 
kind. 
December 2, 1941. B. A. C. 

.'. We have published Mr- Pembrooke' s latest essay, deal- 
ing with the Men's Dress Code, on page 13. Mr. Pembrooke, 
well-versed in these matters, has an interesting bit to say 
about it. — The Editors. 



Patsy's MaU 



December 15, 1941 
Mr. Randolph Scott, 
20th Century-Fox, 
Hollywood, Calif. 
Dear Randy, 

So far you are the only heart-of-gold hero in California who 
has a genuine "r"-less accent; but watch out for Joe Young 
West, the Tennessee Tenor, who could give you a pretty 
close run for your drawl. 

Sincerely, 

Patsy. 



Mr. Johnny WeismuUer, 
Universal Pictures, 
Hollywood, Calif. 
Listen, Johnny, 

Any day now, you might see Donald Minnegan swinging 
from branch to branch in your leopard skin. Man, whatta 
thought. Yeow! 

Most sincerely, 

Patsy. 



Miss Bette Davis, 
Warner Bros., 
Hollywood, Calif. 
Dear Bet, 

Could you have seen the meanie role, as played by Hazel 
Woodward, you would pack up your Oscars in shame; she 
made your shady ladies look like Salvation Army girls at 
Christmas. 

Grimacingly, 

Patsy. 

DECEMBER • 1941 



Mr. Robert Taylor, 
M.-G.-M., 
Hollywood, Calif. 
Dear Bob, 

E. Foster Dowell upheld justice, defied the villains, and 
kissed the gals in a way you never even thought of doing it. 
Better watch out; he even looks fetching in a sweater. 
Sympathetically, 

Patsy. 



Miss Maureen O'Sullivan, 
M.-G.-M., 
Hollywood, Calif. 
Dear Maureen, 

Our tiny Towson trapeze artist, Eunice Crabtree, is slowly 
edging you out as the favorite to play in the next Tarzan 
picture; she's not only agile, but think of the novelty: doc- 
tor's degree in the jungle! 

Yours truly, 

Patsy. 



All Scene-Stealers, 
Hollywood, Calif. 
Dear Scene-Stealers, 

Your reputations as comedians and scene-stealers are gone 
with the late hurricane. Harold Moser so outdid you, all of 
you, that you might as well preserve your careers in alcohol. 
Think of it, ladies, he can even dust! 
Most sincerely, 

Patsy. 
• • • 

Fill in the Ballot 

JANUARY 16, 1942 — the first important date in the New 
Year for S. T. C. students. It's the night of the Tower Light 
Dance, which no one can afford to miss. Just as the magazine 
is your magazine, so is the T. L. Dance going to be your 
dance. Below you will find a ballot on which you can enter 
your ideas concerning the way the dance should be conducted. 
Just snip around the lines of the ballot and drop it into the 
basket in the T. L. ofBce. We'll let you know the results in 
the January issue. 



TOWER LIGHT DANCE BALLOT 

My choice of dance is: (check) 

[~~| 1- Informal 

[~~| 2. Formal 
My choice of orchestra is: (name in order of choice) 

□ 2. 

(Signed) 



IS 



Tongue in Cheek (?) 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

I should like to take this opportunity to protest against the 
type magazine the Tower Light staff is giving us. 

After all, ours is a professional school. We are working 
toward becoming good, practical, hard-headed elementary 
school teachers. How is publishing a college magazine going 
to make us any better teachers.'' If it confined itself to pro- 
fessional subjects and discussions of teaching method, I could 
see a justification for it. But I must protest when articles on 
politics and school problems (which we can do nothing about 
and have only a secondary interest in anyway) appear on the 
Tower Light pages. This smacks of a liberal education to 
me, with all its connotations. May I repeat, we are being 
trained for a profession — a profession in which a practical 
knowledge of the subjects we are to teach is far more im- 
portant than knowing the ins and outs of politics, what sym- 
phonies are going to play in Baltimore this winter, and so 
forth. 

The literature side of the Tower Light is no doubt con- 
tributed in good faith, but I have a practical suggestion to 
offer this department, too. Why not limit all poems, stories, 
etc., to those on the child's level.? Think what utility this 
would have for teachers and student-teachers! 

If you will alter your policies in these respects, I will be 
only too glad to cooperate with you. I do not feel it would 
be true to the ideals and traditions of the good, old-fashioned 
elementary school teacher to do so for the present Tower 
Light. 

December 4, 1941. Old-Fashioned. 

.'. We must admit we were fooled for a brief moment as 
to the nature of this letter. At first we got all excited about 
it, and wondered how we might word our answer. But it is 
easy to see (from certain tell-tale indications) that the letter 
is written in a facetious tone by an urbane student of the 
college who has ta\en up the perspective of the ridiculous 
and provincial. Incidentally, it certainly is our intention 
wherever possible to bring to our readers suitable profes- 
sional material, and as much of a liberal education as space 
will permit — The Editors. 

Drink On, Dead Men 

In the region where dead men perish over again 
In the palace where drunkards drink hearty 
There will the spirit of life and living extend 

In our time In the time when wives mourn 
The death of their men and the strangling of 
Their children Then will the breath of morning's 

Freshness rule in the serene quality of angles 
Cut from the cloth of brotherhood and the strong 
Odor of freshness from the winds of the earth linger 

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On Where is the spirit of live men.? Not long 
In the land does it linger when the mind dwells 
On notions of war and hate of one's ageless link 

With the past and the minute present Swelling 
Chorus of angels declaring the might of the Lord 
And the reflected might of the Lord in swills of 

Hard drink in the taverns where drunkards gorge 
In great quantity and dead men die new deaths 
Breathe hearty, men; breathe deep the clean breath 

Of the turned cheek and the Sermon from the Mount 
On the Mountain of God and in the Valley Say 
Whether you will love your neighbor with the mute 

Words of the heart caressed or with the 
Heart wounded Pierced with the gleaming 
Point of the golden sword 

Is the time for living now when dead men die 

Or would it better be later when dead men 

Have been resurrected Take away the cup of rye 

From him who drinks it too heartUy 

Perish the pleasure from the palates of gourmands 
Ring again the tolled-in-measure bell of sacrifice 
Let dead men die new deaths and drunkards swill 

New nectar 

Oh I have lived too long in this time I too 
Much have seen of the horrid deaths of men 
Their souls rise up in disturbed anxiety New 

To the tranquil nature of the soul unused to 
Persecution and to torture Where is the love 
Of mankind that I should see out of the music 

Of the creators Does the sphere's music speak 
More of love than the music in the taverns? 
Why should love be purchased and not innate.? 

My ears pained at the hearing of such words as 
I have heard My nostrils perk at the smell 
Of drying-up blood and lingering whiskey 

Only then did I hear of the war among men 

Of the missives from heaven-sent to rid 

Us of the dead men Dead souls roaming the 

Earth in the garb of the live-and-kicking 

I sought the word of the prophet in the matter 
And he answered not 

The sword that is now a ploughshare is hard 
To reconvert The pruning-hooks are more at 
Ease among the leafy boughs And the dead 

Soul rests more comfortably under the fig- 
Tree 

Bring on the beer! Waiter, hast thou heard? 
We will drink away our sorrows and become 
Yet more intoxicated! 

— Emile. 

TOWER LIGHT 



BOOKS 



I HAD JUST set myself down to the typewriter to rush 
off a couple of book reviews to the man with the lino 
keys at his fingertips. Suddenly, like news of a long-past 
thunderclap in the heavens, came the shout of the newsboy's 
"Wuxtry," and within the moment I had acquired the most 
sickening imaginable feeling in the pit of my stomach and 
points upward. Japan had attacked. America was back in 
the wars again after a slight pause (for refreshment and 
navel-contemplation) of about 23 anna. 

It all came so fast that there was literally no time for a 
readjustment. True, we had had advance warnings in a 
plethora, of the "Yellow Peril," and way down somewhere 
we had a dim idea of what the two-ocean navy was being 
built for. And yet I was so dumbstruck by the news, that all 
my appetitie for humor was gone. We all made a dash for 
the radio, and a girl in the car had to crack wise while the 
dispatch from Tokyo or some place was being read; I turned 
on her with the ferocity of a sabretooth. I suppose we all do 
some downright queer things when the strain on our nerves 
is great. That is quite typical of beleaguered belligerents, and 
may often contribute materially to disintegration. Our nerves 
are just not finely toned at this point. 

But even war mustn't cause us to cease our thinking oper- 
ations. Military operations require thought, to be sure; but 
we simply have to set aside a certain amount of reflective 
thinking-energy for the same problems which were faced in 
peace-time. (Of course, I write this as if we were already at 
war, and I must say again every word the news announcer 
gives me now sends shudders through me.) 

What I'm getting at is this: If you let your thinking ap- 
paratus get befogged now, and the danger is great, you're 
going to have a devil of a time fighting this war, as you are 
going to do just as certainly (we may say) as the Japanese 
attack was part of the whole, large Axis plan for world dom- 
ination. These two are just as certain as the fact that the 
sun rises on the Mikado each day- 

And there are certain basic ideas which we must never 
neglect. One, a more stable, compressed idea, is the back- 
ground of democracy, as expressed for instance in the wealth 
of American literature from the time of the Mayflower Com- 
pact to some of the mass-centered verse of Carl Sandburg.^ 
This rich background, fluent with the growing language of 
America, and waxing prosperous with the maturation of 
American thought, is treated by Mr. Smith with a reverence, 
where necessary, which might even be said to approach the 
way to Holy Writ as often evidenced. The editor of this an- 
thology we would call truly representative of, and worthy 



"^The Democratic Spirit. Edited by Bernard Smith, Knopf, 1941. 
DECEMBER . 1941 



of representing the "Democratic Spirit." He doesn't look 
upon the democratic system as a set of pretty words as em- 
bodied in the Declaration of Independence, and only words. 
Democracy to him is stuff which must permeate the entire 
human mind if it may be said to engage him. You don't ex- 
ploit labor and bear the name "democrat," the while shout- 
ing "freedom of the press, etc., etc." You don't own slaves in 
the South and call yourselves democrats. (Note the small 
"d".) By the same token, again, you don't suppress Indians 
in India and chant the modern war whoop of making the 
world safe for democracy. Now this may be extraneous to 
the point that the anthology has to make (if ever anthologies 
have whole points to make). You don't wage holy wars, no 
not even against the "Yellow Peril," and discriminate against 
negro workers in your own country, or hang negroes ("lynch- 
ing") with any decent consistency. I suppose you don't, 
either, read about the democratic spirit, and sit complacendy 
by, saying it's a wonderful thing, wouldn't it be fine if we 
could have some- Well, democracy is a costly thing; it is 
acquired, like independence, with the sweat of one's brow 
and the bitter toil of one's every limb. I know the intellectual 
is going to read the "Democratic Spirit" and be able to mod- 
ify, to recast, to formulate perhaps for the first time a philos- 
ophy and program for democracy; but what is the "average" 
person to do? Well, the answer is simply that there is a lot 
for him to derive from the volume if he gets around to it. 
It certainly isn't basic, though, and I daresay a sixth or 
seventh grader might state democracy in acceptable words — 
though not polished with the fine beauty of a Thomas Paine, 
or the clumsy exoticism of a Bart Vanzetti. A long time ago 
Patrick Henry rose on the floor of the Virginia House of 
Burgesses, and asked for liberty or death; not so long ago 
John Dos Passos offered a rather naturalistic approach to 
American life; Sandburg writes down his belief: The people, 
yes. And it is all lumped under the impressive "democratic 
spirit," / say there is no such, as such. That which we call 
by that name is a supra-national manifesto which exists in 
the minds of supra-national men all over. But the type demo- 
crat that Mr- Smith shows himself to be as he records the 
American spirit points that Mr. Smith is the right fellow to 
have for showing you where that which ought to be done 
(for your fellow-man) has been written. 

Schickelg ruber 

JUST IMAGINE how one might feel were he living in a 
land where he would read the collection of Adolf Hider's 
speeches, and not be permitted to shout off his house-top 
how foul and revolting it was to him. It is fortunate that I 

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am permitted to tell you what I thought of Hitler's New 
Order.^ I certainly am not come to impose. We all agree 
that any Order of Hitler's is no order of ours, certainly. The 
only trouble is as it has again and again been pointed out, 
that there are actually individuals, still, who persist in refus- 
ing to recognize the peril from Totalitarianism. If you know 
your page-references you can show them just the spot where 
Adolf said he was going to do it. But it is truly a sickening 
experience to go through even one or two of the Master's 
peaceful, restful lectures. They are laden down, for example, 
with lewd, disgusting slurs at the Jews, who are the diabol- 
ical power behind the International Bank, and the Interna- 
tional Red. Democracy, for reasons we haven't space to list, 
is a foul invention of the Jews to ensnare the Herrenrasse. 
All you have to do in cases like these is to remember the 
plaint of Israel Zangwill who often said, "International Jew, 
my eye!" (in eflfect). "Just try to get them together on some 
vital Jewish issue. It's like pulling teeth!" Besides, Hitler is 
a liar, by his own admission. 



2 My New Older. Edited by Rauol de Roussy de Sales. Reynal & 
Hitchcock, 1941. 

Roman Talle 

BETWEEN THE emotional indifference of Smith's 
volume, and the vulgar vehemence of Hitler's harangues, 
I must take a measure of satisfaction out of the publi- 
cation in these columns in the last issue and this, of Warren 
Wendler's short story. The Great One Over the Dark. It is 
rarely that an undergraduate comes to show such power of 
language that Mr. Wendler has shown to date. Far be it 
from us to eulogize him, or to repeat the sketch of his life 
published in the Tower Light. We insist that we are not 
swelling his head because heads like his don't swell up very 
readily. What we should like to hope for is this: that Mr. 
Wendler accept the fact of the success of his story as a Tower 
Light feature, and allow his mind to conceive thousands of 
words more of typical Wendler prose. It may strike you in 
a particularly funny way, but he also writes poetry, which 
we are trying to scare out of him, and into our columns. 

— Emile. 

Six Lessons {Easy) 

The Pattern of Politics, by J. T. Salter. New York. 

Here is a book for the people and about the people — 
those people whose votes choose a great President or put a 
Frank Hague in power. Professor Salter is interested in them 
as being the pieces in the mosaic that is the "Pattern of 
Politics." Whether he is telling his fascinating stories of the 
folkways of ward bosses, or enumerating the qualities that 
make great political leaders, his interest is the voters, his 
message is to them. It is a message we have all heard and 

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forgotten often: That a democracy confers upon its citizens 
the responsibility to think through every issue they are called 
upon to decide and to use their vote in a way that will benefit 
the state. 

The Pattern of Politics would be an excellent handbook 
for any aspiring young politician. It analyzes the means which 
a man must employ to get the people to vote for him — 
personal favors, remembering first names, and the other 
trivial attentions that count so much with a rather undis- 
cerning public. If he is of the grafting bent, he would find 
the part that explains how public morality lags behind pri- 
vate morality very helpful. It would make a better handbook 
for the voter (or the voter-to-be) who would like to under- 
stand better the political system as it is practiced in cities 
and counties all over the United States, or who wants to 
know why this system has necessarily come about and what 
he can do to improve it — a refreshing change from wonder- 
ing who is responsible for the present world situation. 

Professor Salter has made here a thorough study of the 
American political scene. His book was published almost on 
the eve of Roosevelt's re-election. Therefore, in his last 
chapter, "Leadership," he combines recapitulation of his re- 
marks and an evaluation of the two candidates. What value 
his estimations of Roosevelt and Willkie have, in the light 
of recent developments, you will have to decide for yourself. 
But — "The leader sets the example for everyone. . . . He 
is the picture we have drawn, for good or ill, of ourselves," 
says Professor Salter. — Jean Connor. 



Rugg- Cutters 



That Men May Understand. By Harold Rugg. Doubleday, 
Doran, 1941. 

IT IS A SHAME that a person who is as valuable to the 
educational profession as is Dr. Rugg should have to spend 
a great share of his time in defending charges that his social 
science texts are communistic (sic). He could do so much 
more great work for the furtherance of successful modern 
educational practice in the United States, and here he has to 
make speeches from coast to coast in which he has to say "No, 
my texts are not communistic; no, they do not attack the 
American way of life; they do not treat Washington and Lin- 
coln disparagingly; my opponents are quoting out of con- 
text, and seeking to banish my books from the schools on un- 
ethical grounds." Not those words, but very similar. Now he 
has to spend all of a full-sized book telling us that all his work 
in the past and now has been and is That Men May Under- 
stand, and if they will not understand, to what avail was all 
his work. 

Our thanks to Dr. Rugg for doing battle so valiandy with 
the reactionary forces which seek to throw out of the schools 
his so very progressive series of social-science textbooks. The 

TOWER LIGHT 



sinister forces at work under pretense of undercutting sub- 
versive activities, as typified by people like Mrs. Dilling, are 
more subversive than those real or imagined characters she 
accuses; after all, and this is not wholly jest, she makes 
people of Dr. Rugg's caliber take time off to lend her dignity 
by denouncing her. This is not the author's complaint. It is 
wholly mine. I don't like the idea; and that is all. It was 
with regard to Mrs. Dilling, incidentally that Dr. Rugg al- 
leged that he would be quite disappointed were his name not 
in her list of Communists. He calls it the most complete list 
of American liberals ever published. 

Those of us who have read or looked at parts of the Rugg 
Social Science Series get a sick feeling all over when we find 
the good Doctor under fire. Every positive statement of fact, 
when it happens to present a not-too-beautiful picture of 
American life, is damned as subversive to the American way 
of life, they say. Keep those problems (admitting that there 
are such) in the minds of big, strong adults, where they be- 
long. What can a child know of the struggles? Tell him only 
the pretty things. Let him find out the wicked things when 
he gets to that age where his now-tender mind can stand it. 
It is people whose thoughts run in such wise who charge 
Harold Rugg, while declaring it to the uninformed world, 
with being a "red," a "miseducator." Rugg sort of leaves 
the matter to his reader. What kind of education would you 
want your child to have? A free, all-considering one, which 
examines the ugly with the ivoried? Or perhaps you would 
like him to receive all the abstracts and litde child's poems 
and let the men and women of the land worry. 

For such prospective teachers as we, when we consider the 
educational background in philosophy and curriculum build- 
ing that is being drawn up here at Towson, it would be diffi- 
cult to imagine a time when some student or alumnus would 
attack methods like the ones Dr. Rugg uses. We are really 
glad to see that Dr. Rugg still has faith in the educability of 
adults. Some of us had already given up. 

You may notice we have been reluctant to inject the term 
"freedom of the schools" into the discussion. I hold that 
"freedom of the schools" is a condition that may be said in 
a secondary manner to obtain in a well-run, democratic school. 
You can, however, go about the business of perfecting such 
a school without recourse to generalizations which have to be 
explained and re-explained ad infinitum. — H. M. L. 

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REMEMBER 

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1941 



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The Second National Bank of Towson 21 

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The Towson Theater 21 

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College 
News 



Christmas Time I Like to . . . 

Ride on the upper deck of the Charles Street bus at dusk, 
when it's just beginning to snow, and watch the street lights 
blink on — I feel snug and satisfied and warm, somehow, 
at the sight. ... See the huge Christmas trees in the theatre 
lobbies — they make me feel as if ushers are human beings 
after all and not just robots in brass buttons who will con- 
tinue to say even after death, "Seats down front and in the 
back only." . . . Watch exasperated wives who drag even 
more exasperated husbands on shopping expeditions — the 
women always look as efficient as so many new Diesel en- 
gines, but the men all seem to be D. C. generators switched 
to A. C. current. . . . Sniff the aroma of freshly cut pines on 
a crisp, cold afternoon — there's something about that fra- 
grance that beats all the Suivey-Moi and Opening Night in 
the world. . . . Stop and watch the men who sell flowers on 
the corners, downtown — they sound so infatuated with their 
trade and yet look as if they had just swallowed an overlarge 
dose of quinine and castor oil. . . . See the expressions on 
people's faces as they go home in the evening — they look 
as if they'd been hibernating in an aspirin botde all year and 
just awoke to the fact that the world's a pretty nice old place 
after all . . . and I guess it is. 

— Pat Herndon. 

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THE COMING OF WINTER'S WINDS BRINGS ON 
the entrance of basketball as the college's major varsity sport. 

This season, Coach Minnegan is faced by several handi- 
caps and hardships. First, he has but three men with a sub- 
stantial quantity of varisty first-string experience; these are: 
Cutie Thompson, Itzy Schkloven, and Archimo Krieger. 
The 1941-42 team is being built around the above-mentioned 
trio- The current edition differs from earlier squads in that 
cooperation and team-play constitute the basic strategy, 
whereas formerly, modes of play centered about one out- 
standing player. 

Thompson is the little fellow who carries all the enthu- 
siasm into the game one could ask for. He has been elected 
captain, and plays an integral part in the team's organization. 
The fact is, that by the present approach, each man is quite 
an integral part. 

Playing with him at the forward spot is little Itzy. He is 
a veritable speed demon on the floor, and really crams action 
into his ball game. 

The play-builder of the team is Mortimer Krieger- He may 
best be designated as the "man behind the man who nets 
the goals." 

Working at guard with Arch are Bill Mines and Bark 
Spellman. Bill is another dependable scorer who can keep 
that ball going. Big, lanky Spellman, in the center position, 
although green at the sport, uses his height to good advantage. 

The fellows who make up the remainder of the quint are 
also developing into useful dependable players. Two promis- 
ing guards are Will Gaver and Mort Weiner. Others whom 
Coach says will see plenty of action during this season are 
Charles Chilcoat, a Senior; Sid Blum, Oscar Brilliant, and 
Jerry Pleet, Juniors, and Bix Wheeler, Sophomore. 

Assemblies 

IN ONE OF LAST MONTH'S EARLIER ASSEMBLIES, 
the college got a new slant on "Some Procedural Aspects of 
World Settlement." The speaker was Dr. Wallace McClure, 
of the State Department, who adhered quite rigidly to his 
topic. He suggested, in question form, that the next treaty not 
be just an armistice as the 1919 affair was but that it follow, 
rather, the pattern of 1898, when the Spanish- American War 
was ended. He outlined the type mechanism that would be 
created to enforce the new peace, and spoke of a really ef- 
fective League of Nations. All this was under the heading 
of Method. What 1{ind of a world you want, he said, is a 
a matter for you yourself to think out. There is, however, a 
definite, workable method to attain that kind of world. 

TOWER LIGHT 



LATER IN THE MONTH, WE HEARD FROM DR. 
Joseph Singewald, of Johns Hopkins University, who is head 
of the department of Economic Geology at that institution. 
He demonstrated the set-up with regard to the control over 
and possession of various essential minerals by the world's 
leading powers. His conclusion was that this war is being 
waged by Hider to break down the status quo, which secures 
her position at the bottom of the mineral list; and by England 
and America, to preserve the status quo. 

Excursions 

TRUE TO THE ADVENTUROUS TRADITION, THE 
Juniors are traveling this semester to a number of interesting 
places to round out their experience background before 
Student Teaching. Miss Woodward and Dr. Foster Dowell 
have conducted the most ambitious jaunts — Dr. Dowell to 
Washington and Miss Woodward to schools in Montgomery 
County and Wilmington. 



PARKSIDE SCHOOL, MONTGOMERY COUNTY, 
gave one section a chance to see progressive education work- 
ing. The curriculum included pupil activities like planting 
trees on the school hill to prevent erosion and running a 
school store — not a play store — where real food was bought 
and sold. A perfect integration of Montgomery County com- 
munity life with the school curriculum has been achieved. 
Parkside is fortunate in its new and good buildings and 
equipment, but even more fortunate in its principal, Miss 
Smith, who has given the children a progressive type of 
schooling and yet managed to develop enough responsibility 
in them to meet that freedom. 



THE JUNIORS WHO WENT TO WILMINGTON 
with Miss Woodward got a view of progressive education 
under private sponsorship. They saw the Alexis I. Dupont 
School, which is perfectly equipped and taught. Again a 
fine leader is the sparkplug. Mr. Howie has set himself the 
job of "educating to live happily" and he carries it out effi- 
ciently and fully. The children are selected from no special 
economic group, but are from the average environments rep- 
resented in any public school. The wonderful results are the 
results of the new education administered by understanding 
people and backed by sufficient resources. 



A WASHINGTON THEY HAD NEVER SEEN BEFORE 
appeared to the Juniors who went with Dr. Foster Dowell 
to the Department of State, the Library of Congress, the Su- 
preme Court and Congress itself. Non-educational highlights: 
Singing on the bus on the way over — being escorted through 
the Congressional Library by the distinguished Russian 
exile, Dr. Vladimir Gsovsky — the enlightening discussion 
on cheeses in the House of Representatives. A good time 
was had by all (including the instructor). 



Yearbooks 

THE SENIOR YEAR BOOK STAFF HAD JUST HELD 
a decisive meeting with Dr. Wiedefeld when we went to 
press, and it seems certain that they will produce a book 
of which the Class of 1942 will always be proud. lona Claytor, 
Senior president, says that they aim at a book that will be 
"new and distinctive" in content and set-up. We had to be 
content with this information, since the Seniors are keeping 
all tentative plans quiet until they have had a class meeting. 
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THE JUNIORS' YEAR BOOK COMMITTEE CONTIN- 
ues to function efficiently. Last year, with a determination 
that was suspected by those who thought it couldn't be done, 
the Class of 1943 formed a temporary committee, sponsored 
a Bazaar to raise funds, and laid the groundwork for actual 
printing by getting estimates from printers and engravers. 
Plans for the year book's layout and subject matter were 
started. 

This year the Juniors must select a permanent year book 
staff. Three co-editors — William Jett, Muriel Frames and 
Sidney Blum — have been elected, and the class will vote on 
department heads in the near future. Wilma Smith of the 
temporary committee reports that there are three big jobs 
ahead of the new committee — the choosing of a printer, 
editing of material and, finally, building of the year book 
funds. A large order for the committee and the class. But 
you know the Juniors! 



THE SOPHOMORES PROVE THAT THE YEAR 
book idea is here to stay. After sitting in on the Class of '43's 
first committee meetings some of the Sophomores (they were 
Freshmen then) formed a staff which started to collect data 
on other college year books before the year ended. At the 
start of this year the staff formed handsome plans. The year 
book of the Class of 1944 is to be informal — and this, as 
Marie Kindervatter blithely puts it, "calls for a budget twice 
the size of one for a formal year book and three times as 
much work; so the committee adjusted to the situation by 
reorganizing its staff." That is some adjusting, but we be- 
lieve that the Sophomores can do it. Already this year they 
have made up their budget and planned activities to meet 
their expenses. Actual year book material is being assembled 
— literature and informal campus snapshots — which, col- 
lected over their four years of college life, will make a com- 
plete record of their class. 



SO FAR THE FRESHMEN HAVE TAKEN NO STEPS 
toward a year book, but if shining examples mean any- 
thing, who knows? They may figure in next month's reports. 



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The Student Council has projected its dance, slated for 
January 30th, and advises that for those who are unable to 
dance, there has been organized a dancing class, to be held 
in the foyer on Wednesdays at 3 P. M. Marie Kindervatter 
is chairman. In addition, there is talk of a Student Date 
Bureau which, as one student has put it, will have on hand 
"accredited dates," to accommodate those in need. 

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Y.A.W,T.H. 

The college chapter of Young America Wants to Help, 
keyed by Dr. Katherine Gallagher's signal address, has 
gotten off to a promising start in its charitable career by 
electing Miss Sylvia Gelwasser as president. The purpose of 
the Y. A. W. T. H. group is to render aid to the suffering 
young people in war areas. Since no means exist for serving 
continental Europe, the work at present is limited to Britain. 
A project, as yet unnamed, for raising money is under way 
to help "normalize the lives of young Britons." The other 
officers of the organization follow: Shirley Hicks, vice-presi- 
dent; Jean Gray, secretary, and June Stephan, treasurer. 

Community Sing 

The college Glee Club, the Orchestra and the student body 
will join with choral groups and instrumentalists from the 
vicinity for a gigantic community sing to be held on the 
18th of this month in conjunction with the annual Christmas 
dinner. The whole affair will take place in Newell Hall. Ev- 
eryone has been urged to attend. 

Seating 

The regulations for attendance at Monday assemblies are 
now complete, and seating is standardized as of this month. 
The job was handled by the Marshal Committee, under the 
direction of Mr. Compton Crook. 

Profile: Dr. Dow'ell 

Dr. Anita Dowell has recently been elected National 
Keeper of Records of the Pi Lambda Theta National Asso- 
ciation of Women in Education. The following article ac- 
companying the announcement of Dr. Dowell's office, ap- 
peared in the Pi Lambda Theta Journal, October, 1941: 

"A native of Baltimore, educated in the public and private 
elementary schools of Maryland, Dr. Dowell has combined 
interest in and concern for education with the rich experi- 
ence of wide travel, both here and abroad. From the Girls' 
Latin School of Baltimore she went to Goucher College for 
her B.A., to Columbia University for her M.A., and to Johns 
Hopkins University for her Ph.D. degree; meanwhile there 
were additional studies at the Marine Biological Laboratories 
at Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and with the National So- 
ciety for the Prevention of Blindness at the University of 
California. 

Dr. Dowell had taught in the elementary and normal 
schools of Maryland; at Horace Mann School, Columbia 
University; and at present is Director of Health Education 
and Assistant to the President of the State Teachers College 
at Towson, Maryland. Summer positions have been held at 

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Oregon Agricultural College, Monmouth Normal School, 
Marion County Health Demonstration in Oregon, and the 
University of California. Her attendance at Council this sum- 
mer entailed special leave in order to fly from the University 
of Florida where she was teaching in the Summer Session. 

Along the academic route Dr. Dowell has collected such 
honors as a scholarship to Woods Hole, awarded by Goucher 
College; a scholarship for summer study at the University 
of California, awarded by the National Study for the Pre- 
vention of Blindness; and a European Traveling Fellowship, 
awarded by the American Child Health Association. She is a 
member of Phi Beta Kappa and Kappa Delta Pi. 

The author of Physical Disability of Teachers in the White 
Elementary Schools of Baltimore and co-author of Health 
Education in the State Teachers College at Towson, Mary- 
land she has written several magazine articles and reports 
and has been a frequent contributor to the Pi Lambda Theta 
Journal.'' 

Get-Togethers 

The Class of 1936-37 held its sixth annual Dutch Get- 
Together Breakfast on Saturday, October 25th, at 9:00 A. M. 
at the Oriole Cafeteria on North Avenue. Eating in a small 
private room this year made the group very talkative and 
chummy. Each one of approximately thirty-five related a bit 
of his past experience, which information proves of greater 
interest to the group as the years pass. Dr. Wiedefeld, Mrs. 
Brouwer, Miss Blood, and Miss Scarborough helped us renew 
the intimacies of the college we love and once knew so well. 
The group disbursed after eating a hearty breakfast, telling 
all the news, settling a bit of business and singing heartily 
the old favorite Towson songs, especially "Alma Mater." 
Every year we think the idea grows better and realize the 
value of reuniting acquaintances that are bound to drift 
apart as the years speed by. 

— Muriel Jones. 
• • e 

A joint meeting of Kappa Delta Pi and Chi Alpha Sigma 
was held on Saturday, October 25th, in the Ballroom of the 
Stafford Hotel. The speaker, Dr. W. O. Weyforth, was pre- 
sented to the group by Dr. Wiedefeld. Dr. Weyforth is a pro- 
fessor of Political Economy at the Johns Hopkins University. 
The topic of his address was "Political Economy in Relation 
to the Current Economic Problems." 

Dr. Weyforth humorously inferred that he had been in- 
vited to speak because of the association of his sister. Miss 
Emma Weyforth, with the Teachers College. However, the 
clarity of his thought-provoking words disapproved the 
modesty of his remark. A short discussion period followed 
the address. 

— Marion Cunningham. 

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Our Scoop - of' the -Month 

War Brings Faculty 
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Obituary to an Honor System 

Pembrooke Probes the Library 

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CONTENTS 

Reasonable Hate (An Editorial) .... 1 

An Honor System? (An Editorial) .... 2 

Faculty News Committee Formed ... 3 

Plan of Organization 3 

Helpful Henry . • . Henry Pembrooke 4 

The Talk of the Campus 5 

Compliments of '41 . . . . . . .5 

Art Without Tears (An Interview) ... 6 

Open Forum 7 

What To Do In An Air Raid (Advice!) ... 8 

Calendar of Events 8 

College News 9 

Books: 

Essay ..... Harry London 10 

Two Families (A Review) . Ruth McCarty 10 

Key Man (A Review) . . . Wandell 11 

It's All Yours (A Review) . . . /. C. 11 

Chatter for Co-eds . . . Shirley Hicl{s 12 

A Page of Poets 13 

So What Peg Gunnells 14 

Keep 'Em Smiling (Jokes) 14 

Sports: 

Polish-Up John Horst 15 

Full Season . . . Virginia Blocher 15 

A New Editor (Salute-of-the-Month) . . .16 

Have You Heard That — 16 

News from Camp 17 

The Organizer 19 

Alumni News 20 

Sherlock Turns Scientist . ]ohn McCauley 20 

Chant of the Brave Souls 21 

Briefs 23 



THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly publica- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 



Reasonable 
Hate 



It is becoming more apparent that when the Japanese 
bombers swept in over Pearl Harbor that calm Sunday morn- 
ing they blasted more than an army base. All America's peace- 
time frame of mind had to go with it. For it is impossible, 
and worse than that, fatal, to remain passive in our emotions 
toward a state bent upon destroying us. We will need all the 
force of feeling behind our fighting. We will learn to hate. 

Hate whom.'' The people who struck at us.? The Japanese 
and Germans and Italians who engineer total wars? Why 
not? Only a hopelessly treacherous and inhuman people could 
wage such warfare. Only a race morally and intellectually 
dead could fight for the fascisms these men support. So we 
can heartily turn our hands against these races that leap at 
the throat of all that we think good in life. 

That is one kind of hate. I do not think it is the kind for 
us. America is the mixture of many bloods — Occidental and 
Oriental, Celt and Teuton. How can we reasonably condemn 
a whole people as unfit to live, when fine members of that 
people live all about us? And if we cease to base our judg- 
ments on reason and honesty, we must weaken the premises 
of the democracy we fight for. 

All this is not a plea for tolerance of evil or for a vain 
kingdom of live and let live. That would be worse than un- 
reasonable — it would mean that the experiences we have 
been through have taught us nothing. It is a hope that the 
emotions that are the driving force behind our war efforts 
be worthy of a democratic people. They never will be if we 
forget that the Japanese, Germans and Italians were molded 
to the storm trooper pattern largely as we have been molded 
into seekers of freedom. They hear and see life in terms 
of the standards and knowledge that reach them. The 
thought may stun, but if you had been born in post-war Berlin 
you would probably find much to support in the New Order. 
If we really hope to build toward universal democracy, we 
must realize that men are what stress has made them. It is 
the force that disintegrates human nature which we are 
fighting. 

So let us go on to win the war, with a reasonable hate to 
lend us power — a hate of the Naziism that chokes the soul 
and the one-time picturesque Japanese militarism. And let us 
never fancy ourselves and our allies as the only races capable 
of decent existence. 



AN HONOR SYSTEM? 



EITHER THE GENERAL STUDENT BODY has no interest in affairs which vitally 
concern it or else it is so ignorant of the basic facts behind the issues that it can make 
decisions only in a blind and heedless fashion. Let us consider — for a change (!) — the 
honor system. 

For several years at least the student body leaders have — as a result of expressed 
interest from the general council — toyed with the idea of establishing an honor system 
at our Teachers College. As far back as '38 and '39 students were beginning to voice and 
write loud complaints about the "cheating" carried on in classrooms. They began to advocate 
an honor system — at least what they thought was an honor system. A faculty bulletin 
dated April 28, 1939, reads, "They (the students) seem to think it means merely that the 
instructor leaves the room during the period of the exam." A faculty member suggested, in 
reply to the bulletin, that a system could not be established unless the students realized 
that it meant their assumption of complete responsibility. 

Last year we, as students, designated our approval of the idea by voting to establish 
a committee to take definite steps. Representatives from other schools were invited to let 
us "in" on the workings of the honor system in their respective colleges. This year the 
committee was maintained but as yet has done litde more than send a questionnaire on "Do 
you want an honor system.?" to the student body. 

Up until recendy, then, we have encouraged research, we have apparendy given the 
"go" signal to the establishment of a system; yet read and absorb the following facts. 

When the present seniors were freshmen (1938) one of Mr. Moser's math classes 
conducted a poll as a mathematical project and as a stimulus to arouse interest in student 
problems. The subject of die poll was — basically — the honor system. Those of you who 
were guinea pigs know that the Math Club recendy conducted a similar poll — under the 
same conditions and on the same problem. The results are interesting; more than that, 
they are astounding. In 1938 65% of the whole school said an honor system would work; 
in 1941 only 49.2% said the same. Why the difFerence? Furthermore — our present seniors 
said that such a system would work by a small vote of 25%; yet in '38 diis same class as 
freshmen endiusiastically exclaimed to the tune of 1&.6% that an honor system would work. 
What has happened.? What has made that 21.4% nay vote in '38 change to a 55% one in 
1941 .? Do not these two figures alone show something basically wrong; do they not show 
a tremendous waste of time in even considering an honor system when such a change of 
attitude can take place in students in four years' time? One may argue that the honor system 
enthusiasts have left college before becoming seniors but that would not account for the 
extremely wide range in per cents. 

In 1938 only 12.5% of the whole school said that there was a great deal of cheating 
taking place among die students. In '41 there was a jump to 19% on the same question. 
More honesty in answering.? Probably not. More cheating.? We'll leave diat answer up to 
you. On the same question our present seniors said in '38 by a 64% vote that there was 
litde cheating; in '41 there was a drop to 45%. 

Another interesting comparison in the results from the two polls involves die question 
of the attitude of the non-cheater. In '38 only 7% of die freshmen said that die non-cheaters 
were helpful to die cheaters. In '41 20% of the same class voted that die non-cheaters aided 
die cheaters. Chances for an honor system to work? Reporting of cheating is an essential for 
its success. A similar contradiction occurs in anodier aspect of the same question. In 1938 
58% of die whole school said it was resentful but silent concerning die cheaters; in 1941 the 
percentage was practically die same — 57.1. The resentful attitude {Continued on page 11) 

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THE STAFF 

EDITORS 

Patricia Herndon 

Frances Shores 

Norma Kirckhoff 

Jean Connor 

BUSINESS MANAGERS 

Betty Carroll 
Virginia Blocher 

ADVERTISING 

Muriel Frames 

Alraa Smith 
Arlene Peeples 
Agnes Hicks 
Wilma Smith 
Wanda Carter 

CIRCULATION 

Norma Gambrill 

Margaret Gunnells 

Dorothy Weller 

ART 

Audrey Pramschufer 

Marguerite Wilson 

Donald Merryman 

Ralph Barrett 

GENERAL LITERATURE 

Margaret Zillmor 

Alma McAvoy 

Frances Robinson 

Jeanette Ulrich 

Mindelle Kann 

Jean Kemp 

POETRY 

Jean Connor 
Virginia Dorsey 
Warren Wendler 

REPORTERS 
ATHLETICS 

Virginia Blocher 
Johnny Horst 

SCIENCE 

Evelyn Volk 

Charlotte Schwarz 

John McCauley 

FASHIONS 

Ellen Elste 
Shirley Hicks 

COLLEGE EVENTS 

Frederica Biederman 

Inez Schultz 

Dorothy Kapp 

Helen Pross 

Mary Jane Burdette 

Peggy Gunnells 

Katherine Decker 

BOOKS 

Jean Connor 

Katherine Petroff 

Dorothy Kapp 

Ruth McCarty 

POLICY BOARD 

Dr. Ruth Lynch, Chairman 
Miss Margaret Barkley 

Miss Pearle Blood 
Miss Hazel Woodward 
Mr. Brandford Millar 

TOWER LIGHT 



FACULTY NEWS COMMITTEE FORMED 



The compulsory Tuesday assembly devoted to the dissem- 
ination and explanation of current events is the most notice- 
able result of the creation of the Faculty Committee on the 
Dissemination of News Relating to National Defense. Dr. 
Wiedefeld announced the appointment of the committee just 
before the Christmas holidays and to date it has conducted 
three assemblies under Dr. Dowell, Mr. Moser and Mr. 
Miller. 

The committee was appointed in the belief that rumor and 
hearsay are as much the weapons of modern warfare as are 
tanks and planes, and that the most eflfective counter-weapons 
are the education of the public as to the facts and their sig- 
nificance. For this type of educational propaganda blitzkrieg, 
the teachers colleges are in the front lines and should lead 
the attack. 

The accompanying chart of the committee's organization 
shows that it is prepared to do much more toward this end 
than merely conduct assemblies. The support it receives from 
the student body and faculty will determine the extent of its 
functions. 



At present it needs newspapers for its clipping service, 
student volunteers for newspaper clipping and for aiding in 
group discussions, conferences, campus activities, etc. Each 
student must keep himself informed by (1) reading a leading 
newspaper (preferably a morning paper) each day; (2) list- 
ening to at least one good radio news report each day; (3) 
attending meetings, lectures, etc., on current events; (4) 
reading books, magazines or pamphlets on the problems of 
the present war; and (5) by inspiring himself and others to 
keep well informed as a patriotic duty and an educational 
necessity. 

The committee would appreciate all pertinent comments, 
criticisms, etc., from faculty members and students. It cannot 
function without your aid. Don't be caught defenseless in an 
educational and psychological blitzkrieg. Remember the les- 
son of Poland, France, Norway and the other victims of the 
new Caesars. Keep well informed and be true to yourself as 
a citizen, a student and a teacher. 

— E. Foster Dowell. 



Plan of Organization 

GENERAL COMMITTEE 

DR. FOSTER DOWELL, Chairman 



Program Division 

Dr. Foster Dowell 
Miss Blood 

Tuesday Assembly 

Newscasts 

News interpretation 

Discussion 

Monday Assembly 

(When Otherwise 

Unscheduled) 

Speakers 

Unified Program on 
United States and 
Italy, Germany, 
Japan, etc. 



Consultation 
Service 

Dr. Walther 

Mr. Minnegan 

Answers to student, 
faculty questions, 
handled through 
conference, group 
discussion, etc. 



Speakers Bureau 

Mr. Miller 

Inside College 

Training student 
speakers to campus 
organizations, etc. 

Outside College 

Speakers to alumni 
groups, schools, etc., 
in State (and City) 
requesting such aid. 

Transportation of out- 
side speakers in 
specialized fields. 



Bureau of Reference, 

Research and OiE- 

cial Contacts 

Miss Barkley 
Dr. Lynch 

Research 

Service to the com- 
mittee 

Assemble 

Reference materials, 
clippings, files, etc. 

List All 

Government and 
other organizations 
sending out news 
data, etc., on de- 
fense, with copies 
thereof. 



Publicity 
Service 

Mr. Moser 
Miss Steele 

Advance 

Notice for Monday, 
Tuesday assemblies 
and other activities. 

Letters, Etc., 

To campus groups. 
State schools, 
alumni units, telling 
of services. 



JANUARY 



1942 



Helpful Henry 



Since my nature is of a somewhat kindly turn and since 
my insight and experience are of a rather unusual maturity, 
I feel it my obligation to shed some light on those paragraphs 
in the Student Handbook which concern the Library. For, 
after all, it seems to me that the more inexperienced members 
of the student body need to be informed of a few variations 
and elaborations of those directions, without which, I fear, 
they will be at a distinct scholastic and academic disad- 
vantage. For instance, if the first paragraph about the Library 
is heeded, some uninformed students may come to believe 
that people actually read in the reading rooms. The freshmen 
may even get the impression that any time you wish you may 
dash in and pick up a copy of Hopkins, Judd, or a Sixteenth 
Yearbook and read peacefully for an hour or two. No, no, 
never. Let me tell you now that the Library rooms offer ac- 
commodations for section brawls; cultivation of romantic 
tete-a-tetes; preliminary practice of demonstration lessons and 
science experiments; round table forums on topics of national 
or local concern; committee meetings; and an occasional 
game of "two-three-and-five". And, furthermore, while it is 
rumored that the Library owns several copies of the afore- 
mentioned books, I have yet, after three years, to have the 
pleasure of lustfully and jubilantly running my fingers 
through their pages in the literal sense of the word. Once I 
saw a copy of the Sixteenth Yearbook, and I was as awe- 
stricken as though it were a copy of the Gutenburg Bible. 
The next two people signed up for it were helping to guard 
it — I think they are working on their Doctorate at Columbia 
now. 

Then, humorously enough, a schedule of Library hours is 
given. Week days, it says, the Library is open from 8:30 
A. M. to 5:00 P. M. Why, only last week I happened to be 
waiting for a trolley to Baltimore at about six o'clock P. M. 
when a sophomore stepped from a car and headed for the 
Ad Building — he told me he wanted to be first in line the 
next morning in signing up for Our Generation. This is a 
deplorable situation. Think of the infiltration of underhand 
activities. Only last spring, I arrived, particularly triumphant, 
at about 6:00 A. M. and sat on the front doorstep — only to 
find one student with two assistants working for her — each 
stationed at a possible point of entry. And then, when the 
doors were thrown open and I dashed madly down the hall, 
well ... far be it from me to intimate that they "jimmied" a 
window or bribed the janitors . . . but all I know is that there 
were four of my classmates sitting in a row outside the 
Library door. 



And in regard to the evening sessions on Tuesday and 
Thursday nights, all I need mention, I suppose, is the case 
of the junior girl who once went there without a date and 
made the T. L. Gossip Columns for five straight issues! That 
is a typical example of what may happen to a person not ac- 
quainted with our elaborate, unique library system. Anybody 
should know by this time that a library is a place for social 
gatherings and oratory, and that if one wants to get a read- 
able book he joins the "Readers' Guild", "Book-of-the-Month 
Club", or goes to visit a relative at spring house-cleaning 
time. 

Then, too, I feel that some warning should be given about 
fines. Of course, there is never change, so if you have a five- 
cent fine and a quarter in your possession, don't offer the 
quarter if you expect to get any of it back. Now, do not take 
me wrong; I am not trying to picture our Library staff as 
cold-blooded, enterprising capitalists. For as a matter of fact, 
in the event that one is short of change, they will be found 
to be very generous. I find them much easier to bargain with 
than other librarians. You can haggle with a Pratt librarian 
for half a day and they will not lower a fourteen-cent fine to 
twelve cents or a dime for anything in the world. As a matter 
of fact, I was very much touched one time by the following 
conversation at our College Library desk: 

Senior: I say, I know I had a quarter here in the corner 
of my handkerchief. 

Librarian: Have you lost your money.? 

Senior: I must have. Look, Miss Y., can you lend me the 
ten cents until tomorrow.? 

Librarian: Well, I suppose so, but it sounds suspicious 
to me. 

Now that is the height of generosity. A student owes a 
ten-cent fine, so he borrows it from the librarian to pay her 
with. Somehow, it seems all mixed up, but you know how 
libraries work. Once, I overheard a thrifty Senior trying to 
give over his fountain pen in payment for a fine. That's good 
business, if the pen is anything like most pens that are loaned 
around in colleges — they must steal them from the Post 
Office. 

In parting, I am sure that I have aired a few matters con- 
cerning our Library system, cleared up a few hazy points and, 
all in all, given a general picture of the Library as it really is 
— a center of social activity, surpassed only by Grand Central 
Station or Hutzler's Bargain Counter. 

— Henry Pembrooke, Esq. 

TOWER LIGHT 



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INTERESTING TO NOTE IN THESE TIMES OF 
changing minds and changing ideas, is the philosophy of a 
man like John Dewey, who is quoted, in a recent essay by 
Max Eastman, to have said, while wondering to himself if 
he really meant business when he prayed: "What the hell 
are you worrying about anyway? Everything that's here is 
here, and you can just lie back on it." "I've never had any 
doubts since then," he adds, "nor any beliefs. To me faith 

means not worrying." 

• • • 

ON THE LIGHTER SIDE, EASTMAN IN THIS SAME 
essay tells of Dewey's father, who ran a small general mer- 
chandise store in Burlington, Vermont, and who was known 
'round the country for his wit and practical business ability. 
Outside the store he hung a sign which read: "Hams and 
Cigars — Smoked and Unsmoked." Take it for what it's 
worth. 

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FOR THOSE MUSICALLY INCLINED, WE SHOULD 
like to observe, if you have not noticed it, the flood of Schu- 
bert-inspired work of the current season. First we have the 
delightful cinema version of Schubert's life. New Wine; 
follows another screen presentation of Schubert's music in 
the Litde Theatre's Music Festival; and climaxing it all 
came the operetta Blossom Time, starring no less a per- 
sonage than John Charles Thomas, as Schubert, the inspired 
but penniless Viennese composer. And if one can spare a 
minute from listening to Mr. Thomas singing those Schubert 
melodies as only he can sing them and observe him solely 
as an actor, one will find him there, also, a modest genius. 
Mr. Thomas is the first artist of any repute who, we have 
noticed, needs to be practically dragged from the wings to 
acknowledge his curtain calls. 

• • • 

SOMETIMES WE WONDER WHERE ALL THE 
energy in the Class of 1943 comes from. Last year many of us 
were entertained at the '43 Bazaar; and this year, that class 
offers the Junior Carnival. If our knowledge of carnivals and 
of Juniors is not amiss, we will most certainly be on hand 
this January 22nd for a better-than-usual time — with lots 
of new ideas and surprises awaiting us. 

JANUARY • 1942 



GATHER 'ROUND, YE FOLLOWERS OF THE 
cinema productions. If you haven't seen How Green Was 
My Valley, dash to your neighborhood theatre to see it. It's 
one of the most dramatic, yet humor-packed films we've 
seen in many months. The casting, photography, and acting 
are, in addition, superb. Incidentally, the best-selling novel 
by Richard Llewellyn is very readable, too, if you like to 
read the books before seeing a screen version. 

• • • 

PERHAPS WE ARE A LITTLE LATE IN REPORTING 
it for a recent book list, but we encourage those interested in 
current literary work and style to read E. M. Almedingden's 
Tomorrow Will Come. It's interesting, well written, and 
easy to digest. If you haven't heard, the story deals with Miss 
Almedingen's life in Russia, and the development as well 

as present status of that country. 

• • • 

MAY WE TOSS A FEW BOUQUETS AT MISS GERAL- 
dine Hughes, Miss Weyforth, and Mrs. Brouwer for their 
fine work in putting over a new venture in Teachers College's 
Yuletide celebration.'' True, the holidays have since passed, 
but the spirit of the occasion still sticks with us. As a mem- 
ber of the audience we were struck by the magnanimity of 
the spectacle and the sheer power evidenced in its very 
humbleness. Here was, in effect, a truly patriotic gathering 
that was far more convincing than ten speeches or the lewd 
blare of bugles. 



Compliments of '41 

On display in the main corridor this week is a collection of 
twenty-two children's books, all fresh from the pens and 
presses of authors and publishers who have made the most 
progress in elementary literature. Elizabeth Coatsworth, 
Armstrong Sperry, Bertha Steven and Walter Edmonds are 
among the writers represented. The illustrators include such 
artists as Paul Lantz and Dorothy Latham (and of course, 
Wanda Gag). These books are a gift to the Library from the 
Class of 1941. 

Miss Joslin, class advisor, chose the books from a variety 
of grade levels and subjects. Not all of them are fiction — 
there is biography {Simon Bolivar, by Elizabeth Waugh), 
social studies, and a science textbook that fascinated us by 
its combination of fact, illustration and poetry. 

The books are splendid now with their bright jackets and 
crisp leaves as they stand in the case. But it will not be until 
they have been on the children's library shelves for several 
years, the jackets are a little dull from use, and the pages limp 
from many turnings, that we will see the real splendor of the 
Class of '41's gift. 

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Art without Tears 



EARLIER IN THE YEAR THE TOWER LIGHT PRE- 
sented a breezy account of an interview with John Lembach 
the Man. Its concluding statement was that he was "a little 
bit of all right". (Unquote Dorothy Kapp.) We feel, though, 
that there might be a lot of good in getting the man to sound 
off on the kind of art instruction he believes in and works in. 
Not that he has an inviolable obligation to do so, but that it 
provides interesting reading, for one thing, and may give 
greater insight into the kinds of material and people amidst 
whom we are living. It's an interactive world. 

"Principally," writes Mr. Lembach, "we are trying to 
foster creative self-expression, through encouraging the ex- 
perimental attitude." This is, basically, the burden of the 
writings of the Ruggs and Shumakers, who insist that room 
must be provided for "creative self-expression" for all. From 
an art point of view, it means that, fundamentally, we all have 
the ability to do many things of an aesthetic quality. What we 
don't have is a set of values, because we haven't had the 
chance to experiment to find what we can and what we can't 
do. 

The techniques used in art are varied. (What does the 
scientist ask for but variety of situations in which to form 
and later test and reform hypotheses?) The classification we 
use, says Mr. Lembach, is an elemental one. Work is done 
two-dimensionally, three-dimensionally. We knew this all 
along, of course, but we never got down to saying it specific- 
ally. Even definitions are out of order, because we all know 
the difference between two and three. Most of us can't grasp 
the implications of four, but when speaking of two's and 
three's we are on eminently safe ground. 

Abstract design in two's is indulged in with admirable lack 
of restraint, all the while, though, keeping the eyes and moods 
awake for the empirical implications of what we are doing. 
At the other end is realism and illustration. The three-dimen- 
sional includes work with soap for "pleasant, meaningful 
form" and for pleasant textural or surface qualities, clay heads 
and figures, for "simplified, powerful form," and wax-carv- 
ing, for simplified form. These are mass media. Work is done 
also with cloth, wood, and paper, figures being constructed 
with an eye to "solidity of construction, and appropriateness 
of materials." 

Simple enough. These are the media in which we may 
indulge. But to what end, superior to merely attaining power 
and texture of pleasant quality? We have spoken already of 
the need to draw out of the student creations, compact with 
whatever emotional qualities the student might have. But 

6 



what is the difference? Creation in writing! Creation in plas- 
tics! Or fanciful abstractions that would put the very sur- 
realists to shame with all their impressions! 

We may conclude that the artist's purpose is the attain- 
ment of fullest realization of one's capacities, coupled with a 
broad conception, near to the mind, of what beauty is, and 
the various empirical techniques which may be used for such 
a conception. All the while, remember, you are experiment- 
ing. It holds in art, just as in biochemistry. Beauty, to Mr. 
Lembach, and we must profess a sympathy with this declara- 
tion, is what is "pleasing to the aesthetically experienced and 
informed." This is the very same experience we use to de- 
termine what media we excel in, and what dimension is our 
comfort. 

"All students," writes Mr. Lembach, "are urged to try to 
be really successful in at least a few art undertakings, to gain 
craft-courage (or artistic self-confidence)." His principal 
caution, however, is that students are urged not to fear fail- 
ure, since, at times, "real success emerges out of a succession 
of puzzling failures." 

You who never essayed anything in graphic arts because 
you feared failure here have the prophet of enlightenment 
again. The essential matter is the expression of one's self, 
and one's self, in a college, is capable of producing things 
greater than a previous feeling of incapacity would have you 
believe. This holds just as well outside the art room. The 
world offers myriads of opportunities for creation, yet many 
hold back because they fear failure. They fail to realize that 
the Human Race itself has become whatever it is because 
some tried and failed and tried again, in order to survive. Rule 
of thumb is somewhat scientific. The purpose of education, 
when all is said and done, is to develop the personality of the 
individual to the fullest extent, as decreed by his biological 
acquisitions. Here is a conception of artistic creativity which 
we might all learn, and take with us to the four corners of 
what lies ahead. 



HERE'S A BIT OF ENCOURAGEMENT, PROSPEC- 
TIVE TEACHERS IN BALTIMORE CITY 

Of the 25 seniors who took the professional examinations 
in June for the eligible list, 6 declined appointments in Bal- 
timore City for various reasons. The remaining 19 were 
placed as Class II substitutes before the schools opened. On 
October 16, the earliest date possible, 13 of the 19 were pro- 
moted from Class II to Class I substitutes. On November 
1, four more teachers were promoted to Class I; so by that 
time only two of the persons who accepted appointments had 
not been promoted to Class I. The percentage of students in 
the Class of 1941 promoted so early in their teaching ex- 
perience is higher than that for several years. 

Take heart! We'll be school marms and masters yet. 

TOWER LIGHT 



Open Forum 



Read the facts, '^Senior" 



To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

The Open Forum in the November issue of the Tower 
Light contained a letter — signed "A Senior" ■ — concerning 
the apparendy low position of the male element in the edu- 
cational system of Baltimore City. Since we at college are 
considered to be of a litde above average intelligence, any 
accusations or complaints we make should have basis in fact 
as far as possible. I am afraid that "Senior" let his emotion 
get the best of him in his lengthy episde and paid slight 
heed to available information on the true state of affairs. 
Therefore, I, a lowly junior, shall attempt to enlighten him 
and anyone else who has a twisted conception of the matter. 

First of all, "Senior" stated that men teachers in the county 
may expect to be promoted within four or five years after 
graduation, while those in the city could merely look for- 
ward to "being just a plain teacher." FACTS, however, 
seem contrary. Opportunities to enter special fields after 
teaching successfully in the elementary school are numerous 
— especially, it seems, for the men who have graduated from 
our college in the last decade or so. Two men, classes of 1928 
and '33, are vice-principals in elementary schools; three, of 
the classes of '28, '29 and '31, are teachers at the Baltimore 
Polytechnic Institute; three men, classes of '31 and '36, are 
teachers at Forest Park High School; one, of the class of '39, 
is a member of the faculty of Baltimore City College. And 
so the list goes on. But the most important thing to be 
stressed is that all these men received their promotions within 
less than ten years' time. Encouraging, isn't it, if one really 
has the initiative and desire to get ahead. 

As for the more or less subtle accusation that "Senior" 
makes concerning the greater chances women have for pro- 
motions in the elementary schools of Baltimore than the 
men, here are additional convincing facts. The State Report 
of 1941 gives the following figures pertaining to the teachers 
in the elementary field. Of the 56 men teachers in Baltimore 
schools, 4 are principals and 4 are vice-principals; that gives 
a promotion percentage of 14.3. On the other hand, of the 
1,271 women teachers, only 69 are principals and 25 vice- 
principals; the percentage there is only 7.9. Therefore, when 
one considers the proportion of men teachers to women 
teachers, the promotions of the men do not indicate any dis- 
crimination against them. Indeed, the facts tend to show an 
advantage almost twice as great! 

JANUARY • 1942 



Certainly Baltimore wants men in its educational sys- 
tem. Nevertheless, promotions and chances for advancement 
in special fields have to be gained solely through hard work 
and determination. Surely, "Senior," the men should not 
expect — nor even WANT — favoritism! 
January 5, 1942. A Junior. 



E. B. Thinks Out Loud 

Dear Editor: 

There is lots on the minds of every man, woman and 
child. What does a female college student think about these 
days.? My mind is a mill of confusion; incoherency is the 
order of my day and variety the essence of my life. Setting 
down some of the pseudo-thoughts that come to me is my 
n-point program as registered in my crowded cranium. 

I am irked by the "patriots" who are now (belatedly) 
deciding to boycott Japanese-made goods. American business 
men spent American money to buy the products. Whether 
they were wise or foolish in their purchase is not a topic for 
debate. The fact that Americans — our fellow Americans — 
not Japanese — stand to lose and lose much by the boycott 
is the fact for consideration. The younger generation has 
a reputation for spreading ideas ... let them spread this one. 

Another "campaign" that occurs to me is tithing for na- 
tional defense. No, I cannot classify my use of the word as 
sacrilegious (Funk and Wagnall define tithe: "to divide by 
ten with a view to taxing every tenth"). Let one-tenth be 
the smallest acceptable portion, and the range graded ac- 
cording to conscience and/or income. Slogan for the day 
(anyone question the use of a church phrase for a state mat- 
ter.?) — "Without our form of government, there would 
be no church to tithe for. Let us tithe for both, and enjoy 
the privileges of both." 

I've been thinking about having school during the sum- 
mer. It is a good plan and, I think, quite workable. I hope, 
though, that at S. T. C. the magic spirit who rings the bells 
will put ten minutes (instead of the usual five) between 
periods. This will allow for a leisurely trip to the water 
fountain, in addition to making possible a more leisurely 
(and less heat-inducing) trek to classrooms. 

More and more I think students should be conscious of 
putting out lights in the library (even if someone else was 
at fault) and more careful of keeping books in order on 
shelves. Electricity is expensive and books (at least for our 
college) are beyond purchase. 



This is but a corner of my thoughts — but enough, I 
think, for one dose. Perhaps, editor, when I have enough 
money for a postage stamp (all my change goes to defense 
stamps now) I'll retreat to the quiet woods of some remote 
state and really think on paper. 

Respectfully, 
January, 1942. E. B. 



About Stamps 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

Can't the sale of defense stamps be made more obvious and 
perhaps campaigned for and advanced hereabouts.'' A corner 
of the registrar's ofEce is not exactly on the beaten path of 
most students. How about the Bookshop and the Cafeteria, 
too.? The power of suggestion is a wonderful thing. 
January 6, 1942. — Junior. 

.".The idea appeals. We have asked Miss Woodward whether 
it would be possible for the Bookshop to sell stamps, and she 
says that the plan can probably be worked out. We can 
anticipate more collegiate dimes going for defense, not diet- 
wrecking. — The Editors. 



What to Do in an Air Raid 

1. GO TO THE CENTER OF A BUILDING. 

If the bombs explode upward, you won't be too far 
down; if they explode downward, you won't be too far 
up. But all measurements are inexact, and the bombs 
probably know it. 

2. FILL THE BATHTUB WITH WATER. 

If your house starts to burn, you can flood it. If it isn't 
on fire, you'll be flooded anyway, bathtubs having such 
characteristics. 

3. CLOSE THE WINDOWS. 

If there is gas outside, it can't get in. 

4. OPEN THE WINDOWS. 

If there's gas inside, it can get out. 

If there is gas anywhere, stop breathing. 

5. GET UNDER THE TABLE. 

If you haven't already had the above experience, you 
will profit, for sub-table sitters usually feel that they are 
going to float up to meet the table. This time, however, 
the table will come down to accommodate you. 

6. PARK YOUR CAR. 

Make the best of a good opportunity. 

7. DISCONNECT YOUR GAS STOVE. 

If you aren't bombed, you'll starve to death. 



Calendar of Events 


WEEK OF JANUARY 19: 


Monday: 


Glee Club and Orchestra 


Tuesday: 


Student Council Executive Board 




Math Club 




A. C. E. 


Wednesday: 


Chimes Guild 


Thursday: 


Junior Carnival 


Friday: 


Marshalls 




Student Council 




Basketball: Gallaudet College at 




Towson 


WEEK OF JANUARY 26: 


Monday: 


Glee Club and Orchestra 


Wednesday: 


Chimes Guild 


Thursday: 


Litde Theater Guild 


Friday: 


First semester ends 




Marshalls 




Class meetings 




Student Council Dance 


Saturday: 


Basketball: Washington College at 




Chestertown 


WEEK OF FEBRUARY 2: 


Monday: 


Second semester begins 




Glee Club and Orchestra 


Tuesday: 


Student Council Executive Board 




A. C. E. 




Te-Pa-Chi 


Wednesday: 


S. C. A. Vespers 


Thursday: 


Varsity Club 


Friday: 


Marshalls 




Student Council 




Basketball: Elizabethtown at Towson 


Saturday: 


Natural History — Loch Raven 


WEEK OF FEBRUARY 9: 


Monday: 


Glee Club and Orchestra 


Tuesday: 


Glee Club at Assembly 




Art Club 




Basketball: Catholic University at 




Towson 


Wednesday: 


Chimes Guild 




I. R. C. 




Tower Light Staff meeting — 




3:15 P. M. 


Thursday: 


Little Theatre Guild 


Friday: 


Marshalls 




Section meetings 



TOWER LIGHT 



College 

News 



to the children. A round of applause to the beautiful illu- 
sion they created — and the old truth behind it. 



CHRISTMAS MEANT MORE FOR THE LARGE 
group of carollers from the Dormitory who sang at Eudo- 
wood just before the holidays. 



THE FIRST MONDAY ASSEMBLY OF DECEMBER, 
1941, brought to S. T. C. a speaker already familiar to some 
of our students. Dr. Vladimir Gsovsky. A member of the 
Library of Congress staff, his varied biography includes a 
judgeship under the Czars in Russia and a captaincy in the 
Russian army; it was not surprising that his topic was "The 
Military and Geographical Aspects of the Russo-German 
War." One of the unusual facts emphasized was Russia's 
unique geographical pattern, formed by great north-south 
river valleys, which could be the most powerful asset to the 
side which held them. Coming at almost the peak of the 
German putsch of late 1941, Dr. Gsovsky 's talk goes on 
record as one of the most valuable and timely of the year. 



THE ECHOES OF DANCING FEET CAME ON THE 
eighth of December — and very nimble feet they were. At- 
tached to the feet were two personable young people, the rep- 
resentatives of Arthur Murray Dance Studios. After a de- 
lightful demonstration of several popular dance forms, our 
own students were invited to try their ability in an im- 
promptu contest. Many students "zipped" to the stage and 
did right well, if we do say it. Has anyone collected those 
free lessons awarded according to audience applause.' 



BILL OF RIGHTS DAY — DECEMBER 15 — DR. 
Foster Dowell — three elements in the formula for a vital 
assembly program in such serious times. Dr. Dowell was 
followed by Mr. Minnigan with an all-important civilian 
defense message. More and more progress is being made in 
our defense organization and preparation here at S. T. C. 
Remember Pearl Harbor! 



MOST OF THE STUDENTS HAD A CHANCE TO SEE 
the Campus School's presentation of Charles Dickens' 
Christmas Carol, either at dress rehearsal or the final per- 
formance on December 19th. Behind the production were 
weeks of the children's planning, writing and practicing. 
Bouquets to Miss MacDonald for the music, to the crew that 
achieved the effective scenery and lighting, to the teachers 
who coached, and last but not least, as they said of Tiny Tim, 



JANUARY 



1942 



THE TUTORING COMMITTEE HAS FORMED A 
system which, if approved by the student body, will soon be 
put into effect. Stop developing wrinkles and turning your 
hair to silver before its time. Help is on the way. 



THE DECLARATION OF WAR HAS BROUGHT A 
seriousness of purpose to faculty and students. The latest of 
rapid changes being made to inform us and thus to aid others 
in this emergency is the elimination of Monday assemblies in 
favor of classes for civilian defense. "All Out" is the keynote 
as faculty and student body back this great program. 



A REPORT COMES FROM THE SOPHOMORE YEAR- 
book Committee, and a list of officers for the 1944 Au Revoir 
staff. Marie Kindervatter is Editor-in-Chief, and heading 
departments are Arlene Peeples, Vera Willhide, Warren 
Wendler, Kathleen Burman, Wm. Mines, Sue Baker, Jean 
Gray and Maynard Webster. The book, as it takes shape, 
promises something new and different in being a cross-section 

of life at our college. 

• • • 

THE JUNIOR CARNIVAL, SPONSORED BY THE 
Class of '43 to raise funds for their yearbook, will be one of 
the events in the Towson social season you won't want to 
miss. The date — the 22nd of January. 



THE SENIORS HAVE CHANGED THEIR PLANS 
for a yearbook, and because of the present national emer- 
gency, they are making their yearbook funds available for 

defense. 

• • • 

BUY DEFENSE BONDS AND STAMPS, ALL YOU 
lads and lassies. And if you need a litde bit of stimulus, 
hearken to the story of what some of our classmates have 
already done. Sophomore 6, with their advisor, Miss Nellie 
Birdsong, raised the sum of $10 — right within the section. 
When Christmas time drew nigh, they used the money to 
buy defense stamps and presented them to the school as a 
gift. We believe such an unselfish act deserves publicity; we 
are confident that it will encourage others, both individuals 
and classes, to make similar contributions. 

9 



BOOKS 



ONE DAY recently I felt as though I were riding some 
sort of a wave myself. I was reading that Adolf Hitler 
was on the wave of the future, and that he was on the wave 
of the past, and I wasn't quite sure which wave I was riding. 
I knew it couldn't be the "wave of the future" our friend 
Schickelgruber was riding. And yet I couldn't be too certain 
that he was only an atavism. The result was that I decided 
I was riding the wave of the present and two waves of the 
other tenses were trying their almighty mightiest to unseat 
me. 

You see, I had been reading the now-famous biology, 
contributed by Mr. R. H. Markham^ and Mrs. Anne Morrow 
Lindbergh.^ The latter is sure that we are facing the "wave 
of the future", and urges that instead of being found on the 
opposing side (and, hence, wanting) we should conform, 
adjust to the New Order. Mr. Markham on the other hand, 
drawing from the Bible of the old-fashioned, sees that this 
thing called Hitlerism is merely a reversion to the past, a 
typical old-time anachronism. Hitler is not, as Mrs. Lind- 
bergh has put it, the "scum" on the wave of the future; he 
is only scum. 

You can see that this disagreement was quite a wrench to 
my ideological equilibrium. After all, what is this Thing.' 

Mrs. Lindbergh is as certain that changes are in order as 
she is certain that two plus two gives four. We, too, have 
heard that there are changes afoot. She points out that in the 
days of the French Revolution (world-shaking times) 
changes were opposed, and likewise today the world in 
which we live refuses (that is, is unable) to see that from 
the turmoil and disorder of war and chicanery a new dawn 
is breaking. Poor us! Not equipped with the same wisdom 
and capacity for insight! Here we are fighting the Thing, 
when all along it is for our good, something which is of the 
future, and hence ipso facto good. Mrs. Lindbergh is very 
careful to be ambiguous about the kind of world she wants 
to live in, yet she is very fixed concerning the basic belief, 
which one easily sees to be incorrect, that any motion what- 
soever of itself constitutes progress. Nothing is constant but 
change. Change is good. Our world is being constantly im- 
proved. Oh, poor humans, who cannot see the New Order for 



the good that it is. Hitler, you ask.? Concentration camps, 
wars.'' These are merely the scum on the wave; the birth 
pangs of a new era if you will. Jump on, man, before it is 
too late altogether! 

Mr. Markham, in answer to the asinine, works with the 
idea in principle that change (or, motion) is not of itself 
progress. The entire anatomy and dialectic of progress all 
through human existence, he says, has been the movement 
toward human freedom, toward the equality of men before 
God, toward the democratization of human life and institu- 
tions. We recognize Hitlerism from way back. It was the 
kind of life which was recognized as harmful even by our 
grandfathers in France and Russia and the Colonies and 
China and India. And we are asked to see the same menace 
as a New Order, which we are asked to meet half-way, and 
not to oppose. 

As I have said, Mrs. Lindbergh was quite vague on many 
points, and the innocent, upon reading her slim volume, 
might think she was driving at fixing our home fences first; 
at cleaning up the evils of democracy at home before bearing 
our sweet fruits abroad to a world that is different from the 
good old U. S. A. But Markham points out that although 
there exist varied and serious ills with democracy, we will 
never get a chance to correct them if we have to live the next 
thousand years under a fascist dictatorship. (At this point 
the audience applauds quite noisily.) I feel sort of glad his 
book appeared after hers. It will take care of some voracious 
book readers, anyway. 

— Harry London. 



1 The Wave of the Past, by R. H. Markham. 1941. University of North 

Carolina Press. 

2 The Wave of the Future, by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. 1940. Har- 

court, Brace. 

10 



Two Families 

Malty Russell is the All-American choice for the ideal pro- 
crastinator. After all, tomorrow is just the right day to leave 
No Stone Unturned} Tomorrow he will attend to all those 
unpaid bills bulging from the right drawer of his desk. Any- 
how, his creditors will understand that his intentions are 
good — "what's a fellow to do with times the way they 
are.?" When an occasional client calls in his real estate office, 



1 No Stone Unturned by Josephine Lavifrence, 1941. 

TOWER LIGHT 



why — he will wait until Malty finishes his lengthy telephone 
discussion with his wife about the disappearance of the son's 
shirt. No matter how important a business appointment, he 
will keep it after he finds a dog for his youngest daughter. 
To Malty life away from his family and their immediate in- 
terests is just an obstacle he must jump over as quickly as 
possible. Isn't raising a family a man-sized job — "all rather 
hard on the poor father of these modern youngsters"? 

By the end of the first chapter, Malty has your interest. 
By the end of the second chapter, he has your understanding, 
and by the end of the third, your tender sympathy. Then 
come interchangeable periods of pity, scorn, disgust, and 
dislike. About this time you are turning pages fervently 
hoping that time just stands still and lets Malty catch up. 

Malty 's opinion that the most difficult business of all is to 
keep the family together as a harmonious and cooperative 
group is given a glorified "Hallelujah" by The Venables^, 
a small-town New England family of the early 1900's. To 
Willy Venable life is just a steady increase of children, taking 
all the beauty and pleasure out of caring for her house and 
garden. To Paul Venable life is a financial conglomeration 
to meet the growing household of a wife, seven children, a 
mother-in-law, and a drunken brother-in-law. Sheer ex- 
haustion, mentally and physically, end his troubles. His 
death, followed by his wife's incompetent management, re- 
sult in the early division of his family through relative inter- 
ference for the care of the children, financial wrangling, work, 
and marriages. 

Guided only by their inexperienced emotions, the Venable 
children tread the path — with many stumbles and falls. 
Admirably they realize their mistakes and determinedly keep 
going, making the best of the circumstances. 

This story of the dissolution of a family is satisfying enough 
while being read, but after its conclusion, and some reflection 
upon it, it is evident that the action of the plot has not been 
clear<ut in its effect. There is a heightening feeling of an- 
noyance — "Disgusting! Why couldn't this have happened.''" 
Then, again, my idea of cause and effect may not appease the 
followers of Kathleen Norris. 



^The Venables by Kathleen Norris, 1941. 



Key Man 



The Keys to the Kingdom, by A. J. Cronin, 1941. 

When Mrs. Glendenning, one of the more obese members 
of the flock, came to Father Francis in quest of spiritual 
guidance, he said to her, "Eat less. The gates of paradise are 
narrow." The consternation of his superiors! Again a startling 
statement, "Don't think heaven is in the sky. . . . It's in the 
hollow of your hand. . . . It's everywhere and anywhere." 



Father Francis of A. J. Cronin's novel The Keys of the 
Kingdom was a "curious mixture of childish simplicity and 
logical directness, and he was a complete individualist." The 
story of Francis Chisholm's life and work begins with his 
youth in Tweedside where a great tragedy determines the 
course his life shall take. It treats more completely of his life 
in China where he struggles to establish and maintain a mis- 
sion. There the Scots priest labors for 35 years facing and 
overcoming "indifference, famine, plague, bandits and civil 
war." 

Throughout this remarkable story every characterization is 
vividly complete. I am still unable to forget the brusque, kind, 
lovable "Rusty Mac", one of Francis' superiors; Aunt Polly, 
the faithful; Mother Maria-Veronica, who comes to aid Father 
Francis with his mission; Dr. and Mrs. Fiske, Americans, 
whose friendship Francis forms in a village where friends 
are few. 

From character-trying, faith-testing experiences Father 
Francis returns to his native Scotland with the belief that 
personal living testimony of great kindness, love, and under- 
standing dwarf into insignificance the questions concerning 
rites and ceremonies of the church. In spite of the apprehen- 
sion aroused in the hearts of his superiors as a result of his 
belief, Father Francis maintains that "toleration is the high- 
est virtue . . . humanity comes next." 

I am not a member of the Roman Catholic Church with 
which the characters and especially Father Francis are con- 
nected, but I feel without question that whoever reads this 
novel — no matter what his race or church affiliation — will 
say at the end, with one of the characters, as I do now — 

"Let me learn something from this man." 

— Wandell. 



JANUARY 



1942 



It's All Yours 

The Story of Modern Art, by Sheldon Cheney, 1941. 

To the average person, a browse through a gallery of 
modern art has come to mean confusion and a strengthening 
conviction that maybe he doesn't know anything about art, 
but if this is it he doesn't like it. But the distortion and the 
twisted perspectives and the unrealistic colors (blue horses, 
yet!) do not mean that the great creative painters of the last 
half-century have taken leave of their reason; they have been 
working on a new type of visual enjoyment that need depend 
on nothing for its appeal but its own form. In doing this, 
they bewildered much of the public, which was used to 
painting that was true to life and told a story. 

Mr. Cheney's book shows how this new art expression has 
grown, demonstrates its excellence, describes its techniques, 

II 



and makes us like it. The criticisms are tersely phrased, and 
show always a sensitiveness to the relationship between art 
and the larger business o£ life. The illustrations supplement 
the text perfectly, and there are many of them — almost one 
to a page. One more thing recommends The Story of Modern 
Art to the average reader — a neat brilliancy that lifts the 
soundly explanatory text into the realms of fine conversation. 
It is one of our reasons for ranking Mr. Cheney among the 
strongest of the critics who interpret modern art. 

Try to look through this book if modern trends in art have 
puzzled you. Today's art is made to be looked at and felt, 
not just by the artist who has spent his life in studying it, 
but by anyone who is willing to look and feel. 

-J.C. 
• • • 

With all eyes turned today to the Far East, as the radio 
commentators say, comes the need to know all you can 
about that part of the world. The T. L. publishes, to supple- 
ment and help to interpret news reports, a list of references 
suggested by Dr. Foster Dowell. 
Foreign Policy Reports, published by the Foreign Policy 
Association, Inc.: 
Indo-China, Spearhead of Japan's Southward Drive, by 

T. A. Bisson. Oct. 1, 1940. 
America's Dilemma in the Far East, by T. A. Bisson, 

July 1, 1940. 
U. S. Defense Outposts in the Pacific, by A. R. Elliott. 

March 15, 1941. 
Japan's New Structure, by T. A. Bisson. April 15, 1941. 
The Netherlands Indies at War, by T. A. Bisson, No- 
vember 1, 1941. 
Virginia Quarterly Review: 
Perspective on Far Eastern Policy, by A. Whitney Gris- 
wold. 
Foreign Policy Pamphlets: 

Far Eastern Affairs, August, 1938. 

Shadou' Over Asia, April, 1941. 

Problems of International Politics, by H. A. Steiner. 

International Politics, by F. L. Schuman. 



The recruit, on maneuvers for the first time, heard the 
sound of an approaching horse in the darkness. 

"Halt! Who goes there.?" he challenged. 

"Commanding ofBcer," came the reply. 

"Dismount, sir, and advance to be recognized," called the 
recruit. 

The officer did so, and the recruit saluted smardy and 
said, "Proceed, sir." 

As he remounted, the C. O. asked, "By the way, who 
posted you here.?" 

"No one, sir," said the recruit, "I'm just practicing." 

12 



Chatter for Co-eds 

New Year Resolutions! They're just promises that are 
made on New Year's Eve and kept for a few days. Maybe 
if we all made some together, though, we could stick by 
them. Anyway, here we go with some strictly feminine res- 
olutions. First of all, the complexion — 

We'll use plenty of warm water and soap on our faces 
in 1942, especially before bedtime. Don't forget to rinse 
with cold water, either. 

Our faces will have to be creamed regularly for that 
clear, lucid look. 

Old make-up is always going to be removed before 
putting on a fresh supply. Incidentally, that shiny nose 
will always be repaired by a clean, fresh puff. 

Our lipstick, rouge, and powder will either make or 
ruin the total impression we make on others, so we will 
choose them very carefully. (Morale, y'know.) 

Then, there's our hair to think of — 

Weekly or bi-weekly shampoos are going to make it 
sparkle and shine. 

We aren't going to be bothered by dryness, oilyness 
or dandruff, either, because this year we'll be careful 
to select the proper shampoo. 

From now on our hairbrush, which has been idle for 
months, will do double duty. And if we don't own a 
good stiff brush, it's first on our 1942 shopping list. 

Hands are important, too — 

They'll be kept "soft and lovely" even through these 
bitter months, with a good cream or lotion. No more 
talon fingernails. "Short and sweet" is the word in a 
busy teacher's life. 

But none of these resolutions is worth a tin car token unless 
our clothes back them up, so — 

Skirts will be clean and pressed always. 
Sweaters will be in tip-top shape; remember, bags are 
to carry, not to wear. 

Those dirty saddles of ours won't be dirty any more. 
In fact, they won't be at all! Shiny brogans will replace 
them. 

We hope (and we do hope) that all these are things Father 
Time has marked O. K. for you. If not, there's still hope to 
hang up a record for 1943. 



In a recent Student Council Executive Board meeting, 
somebody suggested that fewer formal dances be given at 
school, because of the tire shortage. 

"But why?" one girl asked. "We don't wear tires to 
dances." 

TOWER LIGHT 



POEMS 



ON THE BUILDING OF A GYMNASIUM AT 
STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE 

I have heard before of a Builder 

who shaped things with clay 

In some distant, ancient day. 

Yet something else there was instilled 

that made the clay-shaped men 

And the Molder left them, then. 

These men began to build — with clay. 

They built the Pyramids; . 

They made Europe 

A casde-clustered continent; 

They crossed the Adantic 

Searching for more clay — 

Chopped down the trees to get at the clay of America. 

They built cities on clay: 

Williamsburg, Annapolis, Baltimore; 

Philadelphia, New York, and Boston. 
■ If you don't believe they are clay cities, skeptic, 
' Look at their brick buildings: 

Faneuil Hall, Independence Hall, and Baltimore's 
Shot Tower. 

Yes, these clay-shapes shaped something else with clay: 
They shaped America, liberty, freedom. 
Clay is powerful. 

And still they haven't finished with clay: 

The Baltimore Trust Building, with its clay body and 

steel frame 
Went towering toward heaven. 
And this: this Gymnasium that shall build these men. 
Themselves originally clay. 
Aye, this Gymnasium, too, is 
. Clay ... 

— James G. Jett. 



FROM A HILLTOP 

Landscape incognito 
Stretches far below, 
Windows in the valley 
Shed a cheerful glow 
On the winter world 
Snuggled under snow. 



DESTITUTION 

Reluctandy and with bad grace 
Fealty I yielded your bright face. 

But you ... to everyone you gave 

A spark from that red jewel you have. 

Perhaps for hoarding love's largesse. 
Seeking, not spending, friendliness. 

The coin I'd kept was heavy, dull. 
Leaden, and not quite beautiful. 

This one coin put I in your hand 

. . . Cheap pay for rubies to demand. 

And, lavish-hearted, could you recall. 
The awfulness of giving all? 

You only tossed it, tucked it away. 
Flashed me a glance that gilt the day, 

And left me empty . . . penniless. 

But gods have given their souls for less. 



-J.C. 



Virginia Dorsey. 



IF IT WEREN'T FOR MY DREAMS 

We live amid hard times, they say; 

Indeed, it's true. 

For what with war and strife, and all the things that go to 

make this life a trial. 
The heartiest of our friends give way, and lose all hope. 
And even I this life might soon deplore, 
If it weren't for my dreams. 

But dreams can help to soothe all pain 

Of love and hate. 

Yes, even love and hate, and all the other cares of Man may 

find relief 
If we allow our dreams to lead us off in peace. 
I know I'd find my life a heavy task, 
If it weren't for my dreams. 

— Grayce Gaa. 



JANUARY 



1942 



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So What 



Well! Well! Another year rolls around, and with it come 
some resolutions that the resolvers solemnly swear to abide 
by (I wonder!): 

1. Library Staff — promises never, never to charge any 
more fines for boolis kept overtime. In fact, it will pay 
you fees for using them. 

2. The twins (both sets) resolve to wear identification 
tags. (What a relief!) 

3. Alma Smith — promises to knit a sweater a week for 
Red Cross headquarters. (Poor soldiers!) 

4. Campusing Committee — pledges never to campus 
another person. (Oh, happy day!) 

5. B. J. Battenfeld — resolves to lower her voice when 
speaking. (Impossible) 

6. Pete Galley — promises to do some superb acting in 
the forth-coming "Little Theatre" production. 

7. Air Raid Committee — resolves to have lots of practice 
"blackouts." 

Are you prone to talk freely? If so, watch out! Operator 
X, a mysterious member of our spy system, is watching your 
every move, and listening to your most intimate conversa- 
tions. And what he reports to me I'll tell the world — well, 
at least the school. 

HOT OF THE PRESS (5 Weeks Ago) — 

Seen so seldom, but at the Christmas Sing-Sing: Frank 
Dorn and His, Dick Coleman et la, Jean Wright and the 
Army, Lanci, Wies, Lerner, Hoddinott and June, Jimmie 
O'Connor and his true love. Jack Hart hasn't lost that tech- 
nique, has he? And Flash! we hear that the freshmen are 
susceptible to uniforms. Enlistments may be in order, boys. 

Seen so often, and at the Christmas Sing-Sing: Pulse et la 
femme, Ronnie and Johnny, Gaver and (well, well, 'magine 
that!) no Audrey. . . . Guess who was waiting at the front 
door? Ask Black and Decker, I mean Kapp and Decker. . . . 
Virginia Lages knows how to talk with her fingers, and her 
Baker merely consents with a nod. Poor lad couldn't get a 
word in. . . . Christmas presents were flying thick and 
fast — those wrapped and unwrapped. (I'll take one of the 
unwrapped. — Operator X.) 

Save for national defense! That means no more bobbie 
pins to swallow, Puss. 

Wonder why the girls keep wishing for an art course? 
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Johnny Bareham loves classical music. So does she. Chum- 
my, eh what? That's a record. 

We hear an extra mail clerk is needed in Clearspring now 
to take care of all the mail. How about it, Jeanette? 

Towson's own Stork Club for after-school dancing is be- 
ginning to plan a floor show. 

Some of the juniors found the gathering of Christmas 
greens quite profitable, romantically speaking. Correct me 
if I'm wrong, Bremer. 

It seems to us that the Casanovas and the Betty Grables 
of S. T. C. are missing the chance of a lifetime by not at- 
tending the Thursday assemblies. They're educational and, 
besides, it's dark in there. (Thanks for the tip. Operator X.) 

Having troubles, Maynard? They are things that even 
the seniors don't have a priority on, so — well — you know 
what we mean.* 

So long for now, and remember. Operator X is on your 
trail! 

— Peg Gunnells. 

*Ed. Note: We wish we did. 



Keep 'Em Smiling 



"Mabel, you really ought to wear a hat when you go out 
in the evening." 

"But, mother, I am wearing a hat! It's on the other side!" 

* * * 

Little Tommy had spent his first day at school. Mother 
was anxious to know how he had got on. 

"What did you learn, dear?" she asked. 

"Didn't learn nothin'," was the reply. 

"Well, then, what did you do?" 

"Didn't do nothin'. A woman wanted to know how to 
spell 'dog' and I told her. That's all." 

* * * 

Diner: Two eggs, please. Don't fry them a second after 
the white is cooked. Don't turn them over. Not too much 
fat. Just a small pinch of salt on each. No pepper — Well, 
what are you waiting for? 

Waiter: The hen's name is Betty. Is that all right, sir? 

« * * 

School Teacher (assisting a litde boy whose coat was diffi- 
cult to fasten): Did your mother hook this coat for you? 
Little Boy: No, she bought it. 

* * * . 

Mistress: When you wait on the table tonight, please don't 
spill anything in front of all my guests. 
New Maid: Don't worry, Ma'am. I don't talk much. 

TOWER LIGHT 



SPORTS 



Polish-up 



State Teachers College has a basketball team. It's not the 
biggest club Mr. Minnegan has had. It isn't the fastest. It isn't 
the best. But it's just about the fightin'est club the college 
has ever seen. This year's squad has played bigger, faster, 
smarter teams to standstills. The team needs experience, 
actual game experience. Every man but one intends to 
be back on the floor next year so don't be surprised to see a 
winning ball club in 1942-43. Meanwhile, there are plenty 
of thrills in any game that this year's spirited team plays. 

On Friday, the 9th of January, this club played Gallaudet, 
a fine quintent of big men, each with a year's varsity expe- 
rience. Let's go behind the scenes to see how S. T. C.'s men 
got ready for the game. 

A small sign on the week's sports calendar reads: "Short 
drill — 3:45 to 4:45." This is the start. The rest of Mon- 
day's story is found in the gym. Picture ten players and a 
coach. For about fifteen minutes this coach puts his men 
through a stint of practice shooting. Four balls are in play 
and shots are being slung in from all angles. To the genteel 
shouts of "Long follow-through — lay it on the board — 
come down the middle — stretch that arm!" the squad runs 
through set shots, lay-up shots and center shots. 

After work on the paying end of the game, the squad goes 
in for more fundamentals. Trapping a ball-handler, re- 
bounding, cutting and passing are all drilled. During play 
it disclosed that "Bixler is the only man on the squad who 
dribbles with his chin." Hard work on getting the rebound 
is especially important when you're playing taller men. 

The coach now has his men at scrimmage. Will Gaver, 
who has been politely tagged "BuU-in-the-China-Shop Gav- 
er," is caught out of position. Tommy is wearing his guard 
down with his bursts of speed. Hottest man on the court is 
the coach himself. He's romping like a three-year-old, but 
good. The second string can't seem to figure out Tommy or 
Bill Mines. Give them an inch and they'll take a basket. Don't 
rate the second string wrong, though; they play a far better 
than average brand of ball. More scrimmage and skull prac- 
tice round out the day for the squad. 

On the sports calendar are listed practice games on Tuesday 
and Wednesday to get the club in fighting trim. After hours 
of work the men are ready for battle. From here on, what 
they've learned is theirs to use. The coach chews his cigar and 
worries. One thing he doesn't worry over, however, is that 
his men will let down on the fine performances they have 
been giving against crushing odds. 



Full Season 

The weather man seemed to favor the Towson girls this 
autumn — the days were ideal for our fall sports. 

Every day the archery range was patronized by modern 
Dianas. A sure descendant of William Tell is Anne Elder, 
who topped all scores by shooting 167 points with 24 arrows. 

If by chance any of the non-athletes passed the field in front 
of Newell Hall on Tuesday or Wednesday they may have 
noticed a crowd of huffing and puffing girls with long sticks 
in hand running first one way and then the other and whack- 
ing and hacking at a poor innocent wooden ball. The reason 
— hockey! The sophs carried off first place when the elec- 
tives were played. However, the juniors are not without 
laurels. In a game with Lutherville Women's College, the 
third-year girls tallied four goals to Lutherville's two. 

The "he-man" game of soccer with all its thrills and spills 
was again enjoyed by many of the Towson lassies. The jun- 
iors captured first place in the soccer electives. 

Every Tuesday and Friday there was a tennis class for 
beginners. Quite a few girls displayed promising ability • — 
after the style of our own Sue Baker. 

For some of the girls the most memorable day of the 
season was the Intercollegiate Sports Day, held on October 18. 
Girls, girls, girls — girls from Notre Dame College, girls 
from Maryland College for Women, girls from Western 
Maryland, and girls of S. T. C. competed at our college in 
hockey, archery, and tennis. S. T. C. came through with 
flying colors, taking first place in hockey, archery, and tennis 
singles. Notre Dame placed first in tennis doubles. Notre 
Dame and Western Maryland girls remained for luncheon 
which was made possible by Miss Greer. Many-colored au- 
tumn leaves were used to decorate the dining hall and place 
cards made by Lee Anna Knight and Frances Larson added 
to the colorful scene. Already requests have been made for 
a similar event and it is the hope of every girl who took part 
in the activities on October 18 that the occasion be repeated. 

And so, the girls chalk off the fall sports season with the 
word "success" and launch into winter activities with great 
eagerness. We'll let you know next month just what has 
happened. 



JANUARY 



1942 



How many guards are there on our basketball squad, any- 
way.? We took in a game the other afternoon just for the nov- 
elty and distinctly heard the boy next to us mention no less 
than six — Bill Mines, Krieger, Mort, Archimo, Archimort 
and Arch. Explain, Coach Minnegan. 

IS 



A NEW EDITOR Have You Heard That-- 



Two of the requisites of nominees for high positions are 
individual responsibility and initiative. Those persons who 
have a yen for high-sounding titles with no work attached 
are not even considered. To be specific, when the Tower 
Light needed a new editor recendy, those members of our 
staff who, up to this time, have hung on as "dead-wood" 
merely to be able to say "Here I am on the staff page", were 
completely overlooked; they have not the slightest chance for 
advancement in the organization of our magazine. 

We did not have to go far beyond the doors of the T. L. 
office, however, to find a person who fitted all of the require- 
ments we thought necessary in an editor. Miss Jean Connor 
has immeasurably proved her worth during the past months. 
No task is too lowly for her attention; no problem is too 
minute for her consideration. Her versatility is boundless; she 
can toss off a poem, a book review, or a news item with the 
same unvarying skill; she is one of the main supports of the 
Art Department and if she hasn't made all those advertising 
posters, she has at least served as inspiration for them — how 
about it, Ralph.? Jean is not above getting a necessary ad, 
writing a thank-you note, cleaning our files, or acting as 
coke-carrier. And all her activities are carried on with no 
desire for publicity, no attempt to be a Big Name on our staff. 

Miss Connor is exacdy the type of person we are contin- 
ually searching for in our set-up. We are confident that there 
are a few more members of our student body who have at 
least a few of her qualities; and if we can find those people, 
we will no longer have qualms about the future of the Tower 
Light. 

Merely as public recognition of her services, then, we ed- 
itors have added Miss Connor to the editorial board of our 
magazine. We hope that her appointment — coming as a 
result of unending, unselfish service — will tend to be a 
stimulus to those of you in the student body who have a 
sincere desire to be an integral part of the Tower Light. 



PATRONIZE THE FIRST INFORMAL DANCE 

OF THE YEAR 
CELEBRATE THE END OF THE SEMESTER 

STUDENT COUNCIL DANCE 



Alma McAvoy was a genial Santa for her third graders. 
When she finally took the suit home in her steamer trunk 
the bells made such a rumpus that folks along the way began 
to look for a stray "Betsy." 

Charlotte Schwarz takes everything out of the Pratt Li- 
braries except the librarians. 

Agnes Kernan is waiting for a litde fourth grader to grow 
up. His name, we hear, is George. 

Frances Shores is considered by some of her second graders 
to be totally lacking in culture. She put the word "rabbit" 
on the board and asked one of the boys to draw a line around 
the little word in it. The child drew a circle around "abbit" 
and when Frances asked him what that meant he gave her 
a disgusted look and said, "You know, 'Abbit and Costello'!" 

Tarzan's mate has a close second in Alma Lee Gott who 
climbs bars to show the young ones how it's done. 

Things must be looking better. No one has fallen by the 
wayside. Maybe practice teachers have turned "Good Samar- 
itans." 



JANUARY 30, 1942 



All Those Interested 

In The Literary Or Business Sides 

Of Running The TOWER LIGHT 

May Apply 

With The Editors 

Anytime During The Month Of 

February, 1942 



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TOWER LIGHT 



NEWS FROM CAMP 



INTERESTING LETTERS come from our "In Service" 
students and alumni and I think these letters should be 
shared with all the college family. I am sending excerpts 
from recent letters that have come to various people. 



now than when I was in college. Would love to have seen 
the Faculty Follies which you humorously described in one of 
your previous letters. I am waiting for the day when I'll be 
able to again see you and the others of S. T. C. Best wishes 
for the New Year. 



Jack Owens, B.S. 1939, former president of the Student 
Council, is at Camp Wheeler, Georgia. Early in December 
he suffered a broken arm and he sends an interesting letter 
from the hospital: 

What do you think of me winding up in the hospital 
after almost completing my training? I'll be in the hospital 
for at least three more weks and will, therefore, not be trans- 
ferred with my company. Carville and the other acting ser- 
geants and corporals of the company are being sent to Fort 
Knox, Kentucky, to act as corporals. I was to go with them 
but doubt if that's possible now. 

It was certainly difficult to adjust myself to hospital rou- 
tine after being so active at camp. Every day we did some- 
thing interesting and entirely new to me. I've tried to find 
things to do to occupy my time. In the morning I write let- 
ters and do a litde studying (about guns, etc.). Usually I 
read in the afternoons. Interspersed are the news broadcasts 
which are very interesting now. What a time I have trying 
to hear good music! Most of the fellows like hill-billy music 
and it all depends on whose radio plays the loudest as to 
what we hear. "Whitey" has been "swell." He comes over 
just as often as possible to visit. That means a great deal when 
one is in the hospital. This experience has certainly done me 
a world of good — and I realize how selfish I've been by 
not visiting others when they're ill. 

I've found time to do some reading. I enjoyed "One Foot 
in Heaven," and am anxious to see the picture. "Keys of 
the Kingdom" was excellent — suppose you've read that 
since it's a best seller. I just finished "The Return to Re- 
ligion," by Harry Link and loaned the book to another fel- 
low. We've had some interesting and enlightening discus- 
sion about it. The author writes without any undue emotion 
and very practically. States that his return to religion, which 
came very gradually, was through the realization that psy- 
chology can be traced back to the teachings of Christ. Being 
a psychology professor it was bound to affect him. A good 
book for college students to read. 

Have enjoyed the Tower Light. I read it more thQjcpughly 

JANUARY • 1942 




Gene Rush, B.S. 1936, is at Camp Lee, Virginia, and has 
been confined to the hospital for the past three months: 

I have enjoyed very much receiving your letters. It is nice 
to know what goes on at the college when we are not there 
to see or hear of it at first hand. I have also enjoyed the 
copies of the Tower Light that have been sent. 

I heard quite a bit about your "Faculty Follies" when I 
was home. From all accounts it must have been quite an 
affair and I am sorry I missed it. . . . My regards to Dr. 
Wiedefeld, members of the office staff, and library staff and 
members of the faculty. Despite present conditions, may I 
wish you all a very enjoyable and successful New Year? 



Carville Lauenstein, B.S. 1940, recendy at Camp Wheeler, 
Georgia, has been sent to Fort Knox, Kentucky. He was at 
home for two days just before Christmas and spent a few of 
his precious hours at the college. 

. . . Life in camp is pleasant, although we lack recrea- 
tional activities. Words cannot express my appreciation for 
the interest being shown by the college for its graduates. The 
literature that I've received sure has brought home closer 
to me. As yet, I haven't finished reading the Tower Light. 
It is very good. 

Jack Owens just came in. He has some cakes and ice cream 
from the Post Exchange. Jack says, "I sure would like to at- 
tend some of those Towson dances and have a litde chat with 
Dr. Wiedefeld, you, and the rest of the faculty." Both of 
us have to watch ourselves or we'll be getting homesick. 

Jack and I are acting sergeants in our platoons. No more 
pay but more responsibility and work. Very much like school 
teaching! 

We've met some very nice fellows from Hopkins, Western 
Maryland and Loyola. This makes life interesting. 

Lou Cox, John Wheeler, Gene Rush, Josh Wheeler and I 
have .a letter network in the South. We keep each other from 

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becoming lonesome. We privates and officers sure have our 
troubles! 

Please give my regards to Dr. Wiedefeld and the other 
members of the faculty. Also the Tower Light editors and 
staff. 

Hope to hear from you again soon. Until I do, I'll salute, 
do an "about face", and keep marching on — hoping for 
the best. ... 

He adds this postcript: 

P. S. — Please do not correct this for spelling. Why worry ? 
It doesn't go on my record. 



Luther Cox, B.S. 1940, is now at the Advanced Flying 
School at Turner Field, Albany, Georgia. He is having some 
real experiences in long distance flying, according to his most 
recent letter: 

... I flew over Mississippi yesterday — Columbus, Mis- 
sissippi. Today I flew over South Carolina — Anderson and 
several other places. My trip today covered about 800 miles 
and took five and a half hours. Our fuel supply was for five 
hours and thirty minutes. The trip took a little less time and 
I landed here at my base with five gallons of gas left. We 
had motor trouble over Georgia and had a time. Finally we 
were able to fix the motor "up in the air". Luckily I had a 
mechanic with me. This trouble took me way off my course 
and I was lost and had to follow the beam into Macon, 
Georgia. I then figured a new course from there. 

I reached my objective in South Carolina and turned back. 
Five minutes later, with about three or four hundred miles 
to go and in a terrific head wind, the low fuel warning light 
flashed for my right tank. I switched to my left and about 
an hour later the warning flashed for that tank. By diat time 
I was beginning to worry, for I was flying by instrument 
and didn't know for sure that my work was right. Fortu- 
nately it was correct and I hit my home base right on the 
nose. 

This Air Corps is really exciting but very interesting. The 
tough part is that we don't get enough rest. 

I see State Teachers College is doing its share in war prep- 
aration and I am naturally interested in what you do and 
how you do it. 

I'm glad to hear the gymnasium is coming along. One of 
these days I'd like to have a work-out in it. 



Bernard Phelps, B.S. 1941, is now at Drew Field, Tampa, 
Florida. The following came from him while he was still at 
Camp Wheeler, Georgia: 

. . . Friday will end my sixth week of training for the 

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infantry (all on the hoof and I don't mean maybe!) Let it be 
said here and now that regardless of the station in life from 
which you come, you are just a soldier, one of the 17,000 
in this camp. In my own platoon there are fellows from all 
walks of life — farmers, medical students, many teachers, 
florists, salesmen, showmen, a concert pianist and other mu- 
sicians, clothing manufacturers. Salami and Pastrami tasters, 
several illiterates from the coal mining districts of Pennsyl- 
vania and Western Maryland, several boys who have never 
lifted their hands to do a stitch of work. So you see what 
you are thrown in with. 

Our day begins at 5:45 a. m., when First Call is sounded. 
The soldiers tumble out of bed and feel around blindly in 
the glaring light that has just been snapped on. Fatigue 
clothes are pulled on and before you turn around twice a 
sharp commanding voice echoes upstairs, "Fall out!" After 
all are lined up outside in the dark, stars still out and moon 
still up, the report is given to the First Sergeant, or Top 
Sergeant as he is called. Announcements are made and then 
we fall out and go to make our beds. The "chow" call sounds 
and, groping through the dark toward the Mess Hall, two 
hundred and seventy-six soldiers string along, still half asleep, 
pick up a plate as they enter the door and walk past the huge, 
shiny, aluminum pots and pans and receive whatever "Hou- 
dini pulls out of his hat." 

Give my very best regards to all the teachers and students. 
I would like to hear from one and all of them. A soldier 
lives from one mail to another. That is the only thing that 
keeps him going. High morale is a great thing. . . . 



News comes that Charles Gross, B.S. 1941, is teaching 
Math to some of the men at Kessler Field, Mississippi. 



Jack Koontz, ex-'42, writes Dr. Wiedefeld: 
. . . Our present "state" is not so sad as we sometimes are 
inclined to feel. The new world we are building is going to 
be the real "glory" the negroes of the Old South are always 
singing about. I am hoping the volume of activity and the 
long hours of duty will slacken enough for me to be able 
to visit you some evening. Daytime visits at school are im- 
possible. My day begins at 8:00 A. M. and ends whenever 
I can conscientiously feel it "right" to leave. . . . 



There are twenty-five State Teachers College men on our 
"In-Service" mailing list now. The number is growing each 
week, and I'm sure that the list is still incomplete. It is inter- 
esting to hear from these boys and to know the contributions 
they are making to our armed forces. Many of these men 
have been promoted during the short time they have been in 

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the service and many are "teaching" and doing other super- 
visory work. 

News comes that Joshua Wheeler, B.S. 1936, has recently 
been transferred from New Orleans to California; John 
Wheeler, 1938, is still at Fort Bragg but reports that his out- 
fit "expects to leave for an unknown destination at any time." 

We were happy to have three of our "In-Service" students 
here for our Christmas program: G. Hoddinott, '43, J. 
O'Connor and J. Hart, '42. Jimmie O'Connor came up from 
Fort Knox, Kentucky, and was seen about these halls for 
several days. I understand he even acted as a lecturer in one 
of his own section classes. George Hoddinott came all the 
way from El Paso, Texas, and attended glee club rehearsals 
so he could participate in the Christmas Community Sing. 
Jack Hart was welcomed as a visitor, too. He still is stationed 
in Baltimore and we hope that he will come often. 

Other recent uniformed visitors were Arthur Bennett, 
B.S. 1938, who is stationed at Camp Meade; Carville Lau- 
enstein, B.S. 1940, from Camp Wheeler, Georgia, and Perry 
Pickering, ex-'38, also from Camp Meade. 

— R. C. Tansil. 



The Organizer 



HELP YOUR COUNTRY/ 



BUY 



DEFENSE STAMPS 



On Sale in the 



REGISTRAR'S OFFICE 



JANUARY • 1942 



DURING THE recent stress of planning the T. L. Dance, 
we became strongly aware of that unique character-type 
of the high school and college — the organizer. The organ- 
izer is made, not born. (Why be born at all if you knew 
you would become an organizer?) Yes, it is only under the 
impact of life in a fast-moving school that the mass of hu- 
manity is shuffled, sifted and graded, and the toughest, most 
sanguine individuals winnowed out. Some of these are con- 
signed to the T. L. staff — some study philosophy — and 
some become organizers. 

Of course we have known all along that the people who 
produce dances, bazaars, etc., must be rather a clever lot. 
But until we saw our own particular organizer in action, well 
— we just didn't know. There was more to this job than 
putting up posters and sending corsages. Having access to 
the private files of several of State Teachers' most noted or- 
ganizers, we seized the opportunity to make a survey of their 
characteristics. The data that follows is scientifically accurate. 
All quotations are from the original notes of the organizer 
working under pressure. May it serve as a document of 
social hfe at S. T. C. in 1942 and a guide to all future 
organizers. 

First of all, a good organizer thinks of everything. No 
detail escapes him. Where an ordinary citizen might trust 
to luck that he will remember all his duties, the organizer 
writes them down. We quote from a list found scribbled 
on the flyleaf of a Hopkins Interaction: 

Tuesday — Send out notices to sections before 10:00 A. M. 
Get furniture requisition to office before 11:15. 
Fix it up with marsh, about compuls. assem. (we 
have no idea what this may mean). 
Get 15 posters made. 
Try to get to history class — may be important. 

The outstanding thing about this list is its order. A place 
for everything and everything in its place. Notice the tenta- 
tive quality of some of the items — the organizer knows he 
isn't superhuman; he can't have everything. Resignation to 
minor frustrations is a common trait with this type of indi- 
vidual. We found, written in the free periods of one organ- 
izer's schedule the poignant words: "Lunch — I hope." 

If orderliness is important, persistence is vital. When an 
organizer does a job on Monday, he knows very well he will 
have to do it again on Tuesday, to say nothing of Wednes- 
day, Thursday and Friday. Committee members have to be 
reminded of their jobs. The student body has to be reminded 
to come to the gala affair. The faculty must be invited — this 
is an opportunity to get a litde valuable social experience, 

{Continued on page 24) 

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INDEX TO ADVERTISERS 

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Delvale Dairies, Inc 21 

Esskay Meat Products 21 

Green Spring Dairy 23 

The Hirshberg Company 23 

Hochschild, Kohn & Co 23 

Hutzler Brothers Co 23 

Kelley, James P 22 

The Knitting Needle 21 

Mace Produce Company 22 

Maryland Hotel Supply Company 24 

Mason's Service Station 24 

Momjian's - 22 

The Second National Bank of Towson 22 

Stewart's Personal Service 24 

The Towson National Bank 24 

The Towson Theater 22 

The John Trockenbrot Company 21 



Alumni Dates 
and Data 

November, 1941, brought many alumni marriages. Rena 
Klein, of the Class of '41, wed Phillip Altfeder; Betty Tribull, 
of the same class, was married to Irvin H. Ropka. Others were 
Dorothy Simpson, to Dr. Harrison Sadler (now living at 
Annapolis) and Lida Lee Duncan to Leslie F. Grover. 

Betty Weems and John Turner Crane announced their 
engagement the same month. 

Still batting 'em out for the Army are Whitey Lauenstein 
and Lou Cox, erstwhile athletes of State Teachers. We print 
the latest list of alumni members who have been drafted: 
Sydney I. Baker, Daniel Austerlitz, Arthur Bennett, Sidney 
Carton, Edgar Clopper, Julius Clayman, Malcolm Davies, 
Charles Gross, George Hoddinott, Jack Hart, Bill Kahn, 
Jerome Kolker, Charles Leaf, Benjamin Novey, Bernard 
Phelps, Jack Owens, William Podlich, Gene Rush, James 
O'Connor, Isadore Sokolow, James Tear, John Wheeler, and 
Josh Wheeler. 

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SCIENCE 



Sherlock Turns Scientist 

Perhaps very soon, measurements and fingerprints of every 
individual in the United States and in other countries will 
be recorded; and it will be impossible to lose your identity, 
whether on purpose or as the result of an accident. Already 
exchange of fingerprints between countries has meant the 
capture of many fugitives traveling under aliases. 

Fingerprints are determined by the papillary ridges on the 
bulbs of the fingers. No two people, not even Siamese twins, 
have the same pattern; and even the most skillful plastic 
surgery will not erase this individuality. One bandit is known 
to have paid $5,000 to have his fingers operated upon to evade 
identification, but three hundred points of similarity were 
noted later when he was in the morgue. Courts have many 
times held that but twelve points of similarity is positive 
identification. 

Fingerprinting is but a small part of modern identification. 
Science has given us delicate, accurate instruments and equip- 
ment for detection of criminals. Invisible writing is soon made 
legible by spectrographic analysis. Chemicals or light rays will 
bring out any type of invisible ink. Prismatic analysis allows 
us to see the most minute particles of dirt, glass, metal, etc. 
Even the molecules in a piece of steel can bring a criminal 
to justice. Recently a man was killed when he opened a box 
containing a home-made bomb. Fragments of metal from 
the bomb were studied at length and finally traced to the 
smelter. From the smelter the metal was traced through its 
various processes to an automobile axle, parts of which were 
still in the possession of the ingenious criminal when he was 
arrested. X-ray equipment can now see inside a package 
suspected of containing a bomb, and machines take the pack- 
age apart automatically so that the bomb may be traced. 

In the petrographic microscope, polarized light and high 
magnification present clues since the effect which tiny crystals 
have on polarized light is specific for each kind of crystal. 
Thus it is that criminals have been convicted because soil on 
their shoes was identical with soil at the scene of the crime, 
or because rubber on their auto tires was of the same quality 
as that on skid marks near the scene of a crime. Tiny 
scratches on implements such as clippers have led to arrest 
because they matched scratches on safes or bars. The slightest 
spot of blood may sentence a man to death or life imprison- 
ment. In an eastern city a man, after killing his wife, was 
careful to wash away all blood from his clothes, and from 
the death weapon, but laboratory analysis found the presence 
of blood on them. 

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File cards as well as chemicals and instruments can send 
lawbreakers to prison. Every make of typewriter and the 
peculiarities of every model of every make of typewriter are 
catalogued, and extortion letters, ransom notes, or any typed 
matter are easily traced. 

Certainly, modern science has greatly reduced the possi- 
bility of there ever being a "perfect crime." 

— John McCauley. 



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An' my heart, like my eye, is blue. 

So it's back to the pen an' the ink, boys, 

It's back to the ink an' the pen; 

Where you're up all night, an' the dawn's faint light 

Finds you pluggin' away again. 

Yes, I'm grim an' I've lost my grin, boys. 
As I wait for that three o'clock bell. 
I'm numb to the strife of all earthly life. 
For I'm nigh to the gates of . . . (censored). 

So it's back to the pen an' the ink, boys, 
It's back to the ink an' the pen; 
Where you grind away ev'ry deathly day — 
And the next finds you workin' again. 

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An Honor System 



(Continued from page 2) of the non-cheater is to be com- 
mended; the "silent" part would undermine any attempt to 
establish an honor system. Undoubtedly, the student body 
has made no progress in developing understanding and sup- 
port for this basic principle of the system. 

Furthermore, there seems to be a great inconsistency in 
the thinking of the student body on the question. "Sure, 
sure," they mumble in student council, "we'll have an honor 
system." Yet we are willing to wager that approximately 6 
out of 10 of our students have no real conception of what 
such a system implies. Non-education in the facts.? Not ex- 
acdy — those who are especially interested in the subject and 
are working to establish a system have made every effort to 
acquaint the general student body with its workings. Non- 
intelligence in voting or just non-interest.? We are inclined 
to say "yes". A classic example in this vein flashes to mind. 
One of the worthy members of our student body wrote quite 
recently on the complete desirability of establishing an honor 
system in our college; yet when the same student was ap- 
proached by a faculty member and asked if he would report 
a classmate if he saw him cheating, the champion (on paper) 
of an honor system said, "Of course not — I believe that is 
a person's own business." (The incident quoted is only one 
out of many.) 

Our suggestion.? We as a magazine that attempts to dig 
out and record the attitudes of the students on current prob- 
lems believe that further consideration of an honor system 
would be an unaccountable waste of time and effort in a 
period when waste of anything is undesirable. If a complete 
course of education in the workings of the system would be 
offered to entering freshmen and instilled in each succeeding 
class, then, perhaps, success could be obtained. But now as 
things stand, any set-up would have to be a farce — sup- 
ported by only those few who really believe in it. 

We realize that steps will have to be taken to correct prev- 
alent dishonesty in our college. We cannot ignore nor forget 
the |360 loss in the library last year. But we sincerely feel 
that an honor system — as we know it — could not possibly 
be the solution to our difficulties. If it is imperative (and we 
know that it is) to try other measures, it certainly is the 
better part of common sense to consider those which have at 
least a few possibilities for success. 



Enriched Curriculum 

These Education courses are aptly named. The instructor 
suggested the other day to a junior section that vicarious ex- 
periences don't really teach. For instance, one cannot learn 
what a kiss is like by seeing people kiss in the movies. Queried 
Krieger, "You mean on the screen or in the audience.?" 

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1942 



Any books today? The Victory Book Campaign is on, to 
collect a little good reading matter for the men of the Army, 
Navy, and Marine Corps. The Maryland branches of the 
Red Cross, The American Library Association, and the U. 
S. O. have set themselves the goal of 133,000 books by Feb- 
ruary 6th — which gives us all time to find and donate at 
least one really interesting book. Where to take them? To 
the main Pratt Library on Cathedral Street, to any of the 
Pratt Branches, or to the college library. 



If you are getting a little bewildered at the constant 
changes that appear in the Tower Light, please bear with 
us just a while longer. We are attempting, through a process 
of trial and error, to hit upon the set-up and make-up that 
would best contribute to a magazine worthy of our Teachers 
College. We have changed the print, the cover, the paper, 
and, in many cases, the material in it. If you are not satisfied 
with something, let us know. We are anxious to receive, and 
take advantage of, constructive criticism. And if you think 
the magazine has improved, that we are at least on the right 
track, tell us that, too. We're only human! 



Now that college knitters have gone all out for national de- 
fense, we wondered how instructors would react to rows of 
girls placidly knitting through their lectures. Would they 
become drowsy and reminiscent in the homey atmosphere, 
and perhaps forget to give quizzes? Not so you could nodce 
it. Would it get on their nerves? No — the faculty can take 
it. So get on with your knitdng, girls, but it had better be 
destined for a service man. There was the junior who was 
purling a pair of pink socks in Education class. "They're 
going to look mighty funny on a soldier," crackled Miss 
Woodward. 



The last word from the Young-America- Wants-To-Help 
Group is that they are awaiting orders as to their next move. 



WANTED: A clear, concise, logical, simple, comprehensible, 
infallible definition of the word "fortis" (alias "fortyce", 
et al.) English language preferred. Address: Tower 
Light Editor, Box IF, S. T. C. 

23 



The Organizer 

{Continued from page 19) 

and to learn to write courteously yet forcefully. The florist is 
the man to watch closely. Given the slightest leeway, he may 
concoct a corsage for a faculty member calculated to clash 
with any color she may be planning to wear. That is why, 
if you happen to be looking for an organizer at about nine 
o'clock on the night, they will tell you he has gone to the 
florist's. 

One more of the organizer's traits deserves mention, we 
think. He is the soul of tact. Under situations which would 
have even Emily Post flustered, he keps his smiling de- 
meanor. How he does this we were unable to discover defi- 
nitely, but instances proving that he is tactful are myriad. For 
example, one organizer has mimeographed blanks which he 
uses to remind committee chairmen of duties, the text of 
which is a gem of delicate phrasing: 

, old pal: 



Dear 

Not that there is any hurry, but I just wanted to 
remind you to (sign up the orchestra, order the 
punch, or whatever he wants to remind the chair- 
man of). Say, is there any basis to the rumor that 
the Student Council is collecting names of people 
that are inefficient in extra-curricular activities and 
giving them to the faculty.? Well, as I said, no hurry, 
old pal. I only asked you to do it (2, 3, 4, 5, etc.) 
days ago. 

Signed, 



The top-flight organizer has, of course, many other dis- 
tinguishing traits, but since our space is limited, we shall 
have to limit our report to the above remarks. If you plan 
to become an organizer, it will help to study them carefully. 



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TUnOWER LIGHT 



...THIS MONTH... 

Summer Course Brings Up 
Student Council Problems. 

Advice to Student Teachers. 

Accelerated Curriculum at State 
Teachers College. 

"Quality''^ "interlude in a Lon- 
don Air Raid Shelter. 



Volume XV, Number 5 J^'^^' ' /% February 1942 



FOR CHAMPION LOWELL JACKSON 




AND SET UP THE CAMELS, TOO 
. . . Whether you're in there 
bowling yourself— or wratch- 
ing — nothing hits the spot like 
a cool, flavorful Camel 



TALK ABOUT your wood-gettin' won- 
der! You're looking right at him — 
"Low" Jackson of St. Louis, 1941 All- 
American, captain of the world's match 
game champions, and possessor of one 
of the highest-scoring hooks in bowling 
today. Light up a slower-burning Camel 
and watch this champion in action. 



THERE'S A SWIFT FLASH of the arm. 
The snap of a wrist. The ball whirls 
down the alley. Take a good long look 
at the way "Low" Jackson tossed that 
one — that's an All -American hook. 
Close to the gutter. Three-quarters 
down, she starts to break — straight for 
the slot. Watch it now— it's — 




C-R-A-S-H! A perfect hit! The very 
sound of 'em falling sets you tingling 
all over. Like a homer with the bases 
loaded... a hole in one... like the full, 
rich flavor of a certain cigarette, it never 
fails to thrill. No matter how much 
you smoke, there's always a fresh, wel- 
come taste to a Camel — for Camels are 
milder with less nicotine in the smoke. 

The smoke of slower-burning 
Camels contains 

285^ LESS 
NICOTINE 

than the average of the 4 other 

largest-selling brands tested — 

less than any of them — according 

to independent scientific tests 

of the smoke itself! 



THE SCORE -BOARD tells the story. 
More smokers prefer Camels . . . smokers 
like Lowell Jackson to whom mildness 
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(300). Every time he lights up a Camel 
he smokes with the assurance of mod- 
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of milder, slower-burning Camels there 
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CONTENTS 



A Job Ahead (An Editorial) 


. 


1 


Notes on Valor (An Editorial) 


. 


2 


The Talk of the Campus 


. 


3 


Calendar of Events 


. 


3 


The Art of Student Teaching 




4 


College Gears to Defense 




5 


Thirty Years Too Late . 


. 


6 


Intercepted Letters 


. 


6 


Quality (A Short Story) . 


Arlene Peeples 


7 


YiKEs! It's Dark 




9 


Heads or Tails 




9 


LowDOWN on Dates 


Shirley Hicks 


10 


To Be Taken With a Grain of 


Salt 


11 


Books .... 


12-14 


Open Forum 


. 


15 


So What? 




16 


All That Glitters 


Kathryne Petroff 


17 


What's Wrong With Us? 


- 


18 


Tansil's Chicks 




18 


College News 




19 


Index to Advertisers 




20 


Sports: 






Cagers in Action 


. John Horst 


21 


Spring Program 


Jean Wright 


21 


Plate Inventory 


Agnes Hicks 


22 


How to Kill the TOWER LIG 


HT . 


23 


Alumni Dates and Data 




24 


Poems: 






Arachnid . 


Marguerite Wilson 


6 


Branches . 


Betty Meeth 


9 


Winter Night . 


. Virginia Dorsej 


18 



A Job Ahead 



The Student Council has a big job on its hands. When 
America's peaceful lethargy was rudely broken on De- 
cember 7, 1941, we, along with everyone else, found it 
necessary to change our way of living. We know that our 
accelerated program calls for a summer course of ten 
weeks to hasten the graduation of teachers with B. S. 
degrees. At the time of this writing we know that much 
and no more. Let's see how the creation of this summer 
course affects our Student Council. 

It is time for Student Council nominations and elec- 
tions. But the President must be elected from the incom- 
ing Senior Class and that class will graduate next Feb- 
ruary. Does that mean we will have to pick our officers 
from the lower classes? Or will we have to make the 
terms of office shorter? Perhaps we'll have to have alter- 
nates for each office. Whatever we do will be radically 
different from the present arrangement. 

Should there be a Student Council during the summer 
term? Not all of the students in the college now will take 
the summer course. We may also have additions from 
other colleges or teachers from surrounding areas for 
extra courses. Many of the orginizations that function 
now may find it unnecessary to continue their activities 
during the summer. Perhaps clubs that would function 
only in the summers may be started. All of these condi- 
tions will help determine exactly what the duty of the 
Student Council will be during the short summer terms. 

By the time this is read the solutions to these prob- 
lems may have been found. However, whether they have 
or not, we must be prepared constantly for further 
changes. We must have wide awake students who recog- 
nize the need for concentrated words to make our war- 
time Student Council function as smoothly as possible. 



THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly publica- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 



Notes On Valor 



Heartbreaking to all of us was the news of Miss Elma 
Prickett's death on February 3- And the thing we want 
most to do — to publish her worth to all the people who 
didn't know her — we cannot. When all the words were 
said, they still would not know what she meant to State 
Teachers College. 

The orchestra knows. So do the members of the Piano 
Club, her fellow-teachers, and the many classes who 
studied the music elements with her. When you mention 
her, they think of the quick clear sweep of her baton — 
the dauntless way she had of playing a hymn — her calm 
voice urging them on to a difBcult high note. Some re- 
call the richly delightful afternoons spent playing and 
discussing the new composers, when the five o'clock bell 
always rang too soon. A few remember the final triumph 
of her cheerfulness in the face of illness. 

After all, these glimpses are Miss Prickett. We will not 
list her professional achievements and cite her years of 
service. For they can only poorly describe the woman 
who went with such brave spirit through our halls. 



THE STAFF 



EDITORS 

Patricia Herndon 

Frances Shores 

Norma Kirckhoft 

Jean Connor 

ADVERTISING 

Muriel Frames 
Alma Smith 

Arlene Peeples 
Wilma Smith 
Wanda Carter 

MAKE-UP 

Alma Lee Gott 

Jean Benson 

CIRCULATION 

Norma Gambrill 

Margaret Gunnells 

Dorothy Weller 

ART 

Audrey Pramschufer 

Marguerite Wilson 

Donald Merryman 

Ralph Barrett 

GENERAL LITERATURE 

Alma McAvoy 

Margaret Zillmor 

Jean Kemp 

Jeanette Ulrich 

Frances Robinson 

Agnes Hicks 

Mindelle Kann 



MUSIC 

Ruth Male son 
Jule Thompson 



POETRY 

Virginia Dorsey 
Warren Wendler 

ATHLETICS 

Johnny Horst 

SCIENCES 

Evelyn Volk 

Charlotte Schwarz 

John McCauley 

FASHIONS 

Ellen Elste 
Shirley Hicks 

COLLEGE EVENTS 

Fredrica Biedermann 

Inez Schultz 

Mary Jane Burdette 

Helen Pross 

Katherine Decker 

BOOKS 

Mary Di Peppi 

Katherine Petroff 

Katherine Swain 

Ruth McCarty 

Dorothy Kapp 

POLICY BOARD 

Dr. Ruth Lynch, Chairman 
Miss Margaret Barkley 

Miss Pearle Blood 
Miss Hazel Woodward 
Mr. Brandford Millar 



Selective Subjects 



WE ARE GOD'S chosen flock; we are the Gargantuan guinea pigs in question; we are the Seniors who took elec- 
tives. To those of us who are hilarious over art, gym, or music the first set of subjects from which we were to choose 
was a blessing with chocolate sauce on it. But to those among us who had no talent along any one of those three 
specific lines, the opportunity came as a gloomy command. Many a person wondered whether suicide were more 
pleasant than competing with the prima donnas of the music course; or if slow starvation weren't heaven compared 
to drawing Rembrantian scenes or doing a triple flip in mid air from the parallel bars. 

But all of us are grateful for the second set, for here we didn't have to be talented genius but simply interested 
students. The field from which we chose was broad, vital, and a natural drawing card for most all of us. We have 
not heard of one person who was dissatisfied at being asked to choose from the set. There was interest strong enough 
in each one to appeal to some of our unholy crew. We are most delighted with the chance to become students of the 
dra^ma, miniature Einsteins, or sparrow catchers. 

But although some may not be entirely satisfied with the new plan, we know that it is a step from the candle 
to the direction of the neon light; and we are anticipating the beginning of the day when a student entering S.T.C. 
may choose the majority of his subjects on his schedule card as in other colleges or universities. 
2 TOWER LIGHT jj 



I The Talk 

9 

the Campus ^ 

THE CHICAGO ROUND TABLE ON A RECENT 
Sunday afternoon discussed a matter peculiar not only 
to the American people as a whole but also to the in- 
mates of S.T.C. The intellects are acutely aware of the 
complacency of the people of our country in this world 
crisis. We Towsonian intellects are acutely aware that 
most of the people in this college don't know where we 
keep the sand buckets! 



WE ARE SURE THAT ONE OF THE FACULTY 
members has found a new use for Johnson's floor wax or 
some new brand of starch. The enticing cow catcher 
supported by Mr. Crook on his upper lip makes him a 
candidate for the Hays office. We wonder if it is a hin- 
drance to osculation? 



BY ALL MEANS MAKE A DETOUR FROM THE 
straight and narrow and wander down TOBACCO ROAD 
some evening this season. Eight or nine years (Mr. Millar 
wasn't sure which) on Broadway might be some induce- 
ment for you to trot downtown and find out how to 
swear in three educational hours. 

GOO 

IF WE WERE SUDDENLY ASKED TO NOMINATE 
a few men who had super speaking voices, we'd look no 
further than our own doors. Have you ever noticed the 
melodious tones that float out of room 211 when Mr. 
Millar is holding court? Or the booming issuing from 
behind closed doors when Mr. Moser is whispering to 
his classes? Or the oh-ing that will always tell you that 
Mr. Lembach's vocal chords are being appreciated by 
some appreciative class? 



THIS SUDDEN EPIDEMIC OF DIAMOND RINGS IS 
more than we can take at one time. Is there some tonic 
that you lucky gals take, that makes a sparkler sprout 
over that certain knuckle? If so, don't be selfish — send 
full details to your fellow femmes via this magazine, and 
let a few more of us know what it feels like to talk about 
My Man and not mean the song. 



THIS YEAR FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MORE THAN 
70 years the convention of the American Association of 

FEBRUARY • 1942 



School Administrators will be held on the West Coast. 
The meeting will be held from February 21-26 in San 
Francisco. The convention theme is "Education for a 

Free People." 

• • • 

EXTRA SPECIAL! 

For the first time in a good many years, we are wel- 
coming Freshmen to our flock in February. Welcome, 
dear souls, and forgive us the rather cool reception we 
gave you at the first Tuesday assembly. We suppose 
someone forgot to turn on the heat, for we distinctly saw 
icicles forming on the lashes of many a chill-struck 
student. 

And don't be upset at the Seniors who look rather 
dazed at everything, as if they had been on a strict diet 
of opium for the month of January. You see, they came 
back from Student Teaching to find their lockers on 
foreign territory, their friends numb from the shock of 
getting through Student Preaching, and underclassmen 
muttering mysteriously about first aid, morale, stretchers, 
and sand buckets. But they'll feel at home in a couple of 
months, or as soon as some kind soul will tell them about 
all the changes that have been made. 

And now may we offer a few words of advice? By all 
means, buy a compass, learn to follow those compli- 
cated air raid signal directions, and take a couple of 
upper-classmen with you as you dash in the right direc- 
tion, to safety. Go to bed early, never neglect your work, 
and always be on time to classes; you'll be loved by your 
instructors, wondered at by your colleagues, and glee- 
fully pointed out to Mr. Sheppard by Mr. Pratt as a 
potential candidate for a course at their institution. 



Calendar of Events 


February 19 — Basketball: 




Blue Ridge Freshmen versus State 




Teachers J. V. at Towson, 4:00 




P.M. 


February 


20 — Sophomore Dance with Roy 




Matthews' Orchestra. 


February 


20 — ^National Education Association 




Meetings begin. 


February 


26 — -National Education Association 




Meetings end. 


March 


6 — Little Theatre Guild Play: 




Our Toum — College Auditorium, 




8 P.M. 


March 


12 — Girls' Demonstration Night. 



The Art of Student Teaching 



Dedicated to K. V. K, 

Written Sometime in January. 

In February when I return from maneuvers (student 
teaching to you verdant freshmen) you will see me ar- 
rayed in blue overalls and from my oral cavity the tell-tale 
broom straw will protrude. For, the inevitable atten- 
tion of the gods of education has fallen upon me. That 
new volume which has sprung from the fertile minds of 
the intellects in Baltimore City has decreed that I must 
teach the farm. 

For many decades have I read, seen, and heard about 
farms. My forefathers are reputed to have squatted on 
them, but I take it, unsuccessfully. Now farms are very 
vital to me. We social study farms, read farms, spell 
farms, arithmetic farms, and sing farms. They may call 
it a core curriculum, a broad fields curriculum, or a sub- 
ject matter curriculum. I call it a farm curriculum. 

They told me to teach things about the farm a child 
could experience. I had only one hope. The Chilcoat 
twins had a pig on which they offered me a brief con- 
cession, provided I could furnish transportation for the 
squealing critter. It didn't work. My student teaching 
cohort refused to let Porky ride in the back of her flivver. 
I'm still dreaming about the vital experience it would 
have afforded the children. They could have touched 
him, kicked him, punched him, smelled him, and sensed 
him. John D.* would have heralded me as a profit of a 
new age. 

Yes, we studied the farm. If I live until February, H. 
C. Byrd will make me professor emeritus of agriculture 
and husbandry. Mr. Ehlers will resign on the pretext 
that I'm a better man then he. State Teachers College 
won't be able to hold me. And, when I go to heaven, 
St. Peter will introduce me to God as a "Ratified Hay- 
seed." 

A Word to the Wise 

For those who come hereafter we are printing these 
little notes on practice teachers. We assure you that if 
if you can follow our suggestions for those mentioned 
you will receive an A plus and undaunted glory now and 
forever more. 
Miss Kennedy — Change bulletin boards fifteen times a 

week — i.e. three times per diem. 
Mrs. Runyon (nee Jones) — Get glasses that measure 

millimeters to insure accuracy in placement of pictures 

on bulletin boards. 

* D is for Dewey. 



Miss Schindele — Order some empty boxes from the 

OPM and add to the bureaucracy of teaching materials. 
Miss Neels — Teach science like Corporal James Patrick 

O'Connor once did. 
Miss BuRGAN — Work on habits, physical ones, mental 

ones, social ones, emotional ones, and spiritual ones. 
Miss Rawlings — Learn how to fill paste jars with the 

mass production method. 
Miss Naumann — Draw good pictures. 
Miss Lerian — Discover that a laugh is worth a thousand 

groans in any market. 
Miss ScALLY — Insert the dramatic element into the 45 

sets of seatwork produced per week and check for the 

55 basic words expounded by Alice and Jerry. 
Miss Dougherty — Take a course in interior decoration. 
Miss Rehberger — Don't get a baby hair cut and afford 

competition. 
Miss Pratt — Transplant Lily Pons' vocal cords to your 

gullet. 
Miss Owens — Make a few reams of flash cards to take 

along with you. 
Miss Carlton — Know what Miss Birdsong eats, drinks, 

and thinks. 

Editors' Note: We have heard that Mrs. Kunyon and 
Miss Naumann have been made vice-frinci-pals. All 
statements regarding them are retracted. Good luck and 
God bless them! 

How to Interpret 
Professional Readings 

1. "Free the arms, the legs, the larynx of the child 
and you have taken the first step toward mental free- 
dom. ' ' Rugg-Shumaker—The Child Centered School. 

Put a thumb tack on every seat before class and stimu- 
late appropriate activity. 

2. "Experience is the raw material of thinking." 
McMurray. Allow the children to knock out teacher for 
first aid practice. 

3. "The child is already intensely active and the 
question of education is the question of taking hold of 
his activities and giving them direction." Dewey — The 
Child and His Curriculum. 

Train Oscar's spit ball aim. 

4. "The most deep seated tendency in human life is 
movement, impulse and activity." Rugg-Shumaker — The 
Child-Centered School. 

Psychoanalyze any child who sits still in class. 

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College Gears to Defense 



Out of a possible 295, 283 students have decided to 
come to the 1942 summer session. 

The accelerated curriculum is in, as far as State Teachers 
College is concerned. From now on, the majority of the 
students will work on a yearly schedule of 44 weeks. 
The former four-year course will be fitted into three years. 
Because of a sharp teacher shortage, some of the present 
Juniors and Sophomores will find themselves teaching on 
part-salaries while still working on their degrees. 

What are the implication of these changes? Approval 
of them, as the best that could be worked out under the 
circumstances, has been given by 96% of the student body. 
But what will be the effect on enrollment of the Freshman 
classes of June and September? Will the stiffer program 
make us less appealing to high-school graduates? Will 
students whose budget demands that they earn their 
tuition during vacations be forced to drop out of school? 
How will extra-curricular activities be altered by the 
new program? 

Students in every class are discussing these questions. . . 

What about Tuition? 

The returns from the questionnaires handed in on 
Registration Day show that most students will have no 
difHculty raising tuition for the summer school. 

Yet a lot of the talk has centered about the finance 
problem. Several members from each of the three lower 
classes explain that they depended upon summer jobs 
to meet tuition. They are wondering how they will 
manage for the fall semester. 

For the Juniors, a student loan fund is ready to help 
out. (This is sponsored by the College.) What will the 
Sophomores and Freshmen do? A hoped-for solution that 
may crystallize one of these days is federal subsidies for 
students in accelerated colleges. Until it does take form, 
however, the students who cannot attend the summer 
session will still be able to complete their work on a 



four-year basis, as "specials." Entering Freshmen who 
find it necessary can follow this plan too. 

Schedule too Heavy? 

Contrary to the testimony of a few harried Juniors, 
this semester's schedule, for most sections, has only the 
normal number of credit hours. All Junior sections are 
carrying one more hour than usual — but although this 
extra work is necessary for the present Junior class, the 
administration says that next year it will be absorbed in 
the light autumn schedule of the Juniors. 

County Apprentices 

In the Junior sections that would be eligible to teach in 
September, 26 students have agreed to accept jobs if 
recommended, and 12 have not. Some of the 12 live so far 
from the college that it would be impractical for them to 
come back every week to attend the Saturday Workshop. 
A few are eligible for the draft and naturally want to 
take their degrees as soon as they can. 

Among the 26 who said "yes," feeling shades from 
delight at an unusual opportunity, to firm determination 
to give the best possible service in the national emer- 
gency. We were a little surprised at the amount of en- 
thusiasm the Juniors showed. It should be remembered 
that they all made their decisions before having any 
student teaching experiences. . . 

Salute 

In the students to whom we talked while getting this 
article together, we noticed an attitude that would have 
been surprising two months ago. The idea that they have 
a job to do for their country was behind everything 
they told us. The customary collegiate things — the vaca- 
tions, the extra-curricular activities — mean much less to 
them than learning to do that job efficiently. No wonder 
they support the accelerated curriculum so heartily. 



Many thanks to the eleven people who 
wrote this entire issue. You make 
us feel that there is still a Santa Claus. 



FEBRUARY 



1942 



Thirty Years Too Late Intercepted Letters 



Many years ago, when I was young and the world 
was so new and all, every Clyde and Homer celebrated 
Valentine's day by sending Mabel or Tilly a lace-edged 
greeting card, full of sloppy sentiment and goo. But 
Clyde had the right idea; his heart was in his envelope, 
and his nobleness of thought beamed out steadily 
through his bifocals. There was indeed the true spirit of 
February 14; that repulsive bit of mid-Victorian art still 
retained within its fancy folds the dignity and grace of 
an age too soon to be lost in the confusion of the coming 
era. 

For now Clyde no longer pens his lady's name deli- 
cately on an envelope, or pushes within it a frilly senti- 
mental verse. No indeed. He now rushes to the five and 
ten, screams "Hiya bug, what's scratchin'?" at a clerk, 
and picks out the most insulting comic card he can find 
for a nickel. But Tilly takes it without murmur, for most 
of the eligible men are in the you-know-what, and the 
only thing really wrong with Clyde is his stuttering. 

This sad state will probably go on for years; for the 
only people in whom hope lies are the Tillys, and they 
are too desperately man-less to do anything about it. 
So if you've received comic valentines, just grin and bear 
it, and secretly applaud the genius who invented the 
guillotine, the hangman's noose, and the charming habit 
of including powdered glass in the morning meal. That's 
all you can do. 



ARACHNID 

So silently, amid the hanging leaves 

The garden spider swings and twines her strands, 

And patiently, with agile feet she weaves 

A lacy web of shining silver bands. 

Then in the evening haze, her pattern done. 

She swings upon her cradle in the breeze 

While starry hosts pass stately one by one, 

And moonlight bathes the flowers and the trees. 

And then, as if by magic in the night 

When all the world is still and glimmering. 

She wakes to find her web transformed by light 

And hung with pearly pendants shimmering. 

Marguerite Wilson 



Intercepted letter to Miss Alice Louise Munn who is now a 
beachcomber "somewhere in Florida." 

Up North Here. 

Dear Miss Munn: 

We have heard by word of mouth that you 
have trekked southward to spend many moons 
in the breezes from the Gulf Stream. By now 
you are probably kicking the sands of Daytona 
Beach. In fact, we wager you are doing more 
than that. The reason we say so is that you are 
no longer bound by the confining shackles of 
Towsonian society. Towson, incidentally, is 
still enjoying its Victorian existence. 

When this reaches your sunny playground 
you will be about to celebrate another natal 
day. We'll always remember your birthday be- 
cause you and Henry Wadsworth saw terra firma 
on the same date. That refers strictly to the day 
of the month, of course. And, we'll always re- 
member your last birthday. 

Perhaps you don't know it but the weeds in 
the animals that the staff gave you had quite 
a history. They were "snitched" by Herndon 
from her mother. They were planted in Hern- 
don's locker by Shores who closely associates 
with the aforementioned in all types of sub- 
versive activities. Then there was the birthday 
cake. The diameter scarcely coincided with the 
number present but Mr. Gross dissected it very 
scientifically and we all had a crumb. Mr. 
Gross was so scientific. . . 

Incidentally we are on the trail of some 
informal poses for our next issue. If that one of 
you in your new dressmaker's bathing suit 
turns out, send us the negative. Don't be modest 
about it, please. 

Have a good birthday. We'll be thinking of 
you even if we are not there to say so. 

Meanwhile, best wishes and good fishing, 

THE TOWER LIGHT STAFF. 

P.S. (or S.O.S.): Don't go too far out in the 
Gulf Stream. Casting might be dangerous. 



Kay Emmart is pepped up over a Med student at Mary- 
land, is carving "Ed" all over everything, and going in 
strong for first aid. More power to you, Katie! 

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Quality 

by Arlene Peeples 



T TNTIL NOW, Mrs. Setwright had steadfastly in- 
V^ sisted upon staying in her own home at night. Since 
the death of her husband, she had remained secluded, 
home only to her sons and those few dear friends who 
had finally persuaded her to seek safety in the night. So 
here she was, at the entrance to an air-raid shelter. Some- 
one with a wry sense of humor had shifted a store sign 
reading "Business as usual" so that it pointed to the 
shelter. The intended joke was wasted on Mrs. Setwright; 
she had never felt less like laughing. 

As she entered she glanced about to see whether any- 
one she knew had admitted defeat and left his or her 
home to chance. The only person she recognized was Miss 
Tanneyhill, whose incessant chattering was not the best 
remedy for air-raid nerves. Mrs. Setwright quickly found 
a place for herself on the opposite side of the room. The 
shelter was almost filled; yet there was only a low mur- 
muring. Now and then a word or phrase hung in the air 
a moment: 

"Harvey writes that Portsmouth . . . ." 

"Rather quiet tonight." 

"Have you seen the show at . . . .?" 

There was no hysteria; hardly any word was spoken 
concerning the thing uppermost in their minds — on the 
surface just ordinary every-day gossip and talk. One 
barely detected the restraint in the calm voices. In the 
dim light that is all they were to Mrs. Setwright — 
voices. She was deep in her own thoughts when one of 
the voices spoke. 

"Be careful, Mun, if you sit on the end, it's like to go 
down with you." 

Mrs. Setwright wondered vaguely who would go down 
if who sat on what. She felt a gentle tug on her arm and 
realized that it was the woman next to her who had 
spoken. 

"Oh, thank you," she said, moving to sit in the center 
of the folding cot. She hoped, however, that her self- 
appointed benefactor wasn't going to insist on talking. 
Oh dear, what was the woman saying now? Of course 
one had to be polite. 

"My name is Emmy," her neighbor stated cheerfully. 

Had she actually said "Emmy?" "Emma" was quite 
bad enough, but slightly more dignified. 

"I'm Mrs. Setwright," and she couldn't resist adding, 
"Do you have a last name?" 

"Oh yes indeed, Butterfield," Emmy answered in- 
nocently, "but it's not of much use to me. Everybody 
calls me 'Emmy.' They're happy because 'Emmy' isn't 

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much to remember, and I'm happy because, well, be- 
cause it's so friendly-like being called that all the time. 
There's only one other name that sounds nicer to me. The 
boys still call me "Mums', and I guess I'd rather hear 
that than anything else right now." 

Mrs. Setwright did'nt know why she should, but she 
felt ashamed of herself, so she tried to appear interested. 

"You have sons?" She hated to talk to anyone without 
addressing her by her name, but she couldn't bring her- 
self to say "Emmy," and "Mrs. Butterfield" apparently 
didn't exist. 

Emmy answered proudly, "Two; one is up at Oxford 
now. He was transferred — ." 

"Oxford!" Mrs. Setwright couldn't help the note of 
surprise in her voice. "I have a son there. What is your 
boy pursuing?" 

"Pursuing?" Emmy seemed a little puzzled, and then 
brightened. "Well, as far as he's told me, there haven't 
been any pranksters or such to chase out of the grounds 
yet, and of course not being right in the buildings all the 
time, he doesn't have the mice and rats to bother with. 
I'm mighty glad Cliff doesn't have to work on the in- 
side. He was always the delicate one, and maybe working 
hard fixing up the grounds will be just the thing for 
him." 

"Oh yes, just the thing," came weakly from Mrs. 
Setwright. 

She lay back on the cot trying to see what Emmy 
looked like. Funny, up 'til now she hadn't given it a 
thought. Her eyes had become accustomed to the dim 
light now. Well, Emmy looked like anybody else who 
had worked hard all her life. No, Mrs. Setwright checked 
herself, there was a difference. Emmy hadn't minded 
working all those years. How did Mrs. Setwright know? 
Emmy didn't have that bitter look when her face was in 
repose. Instead, she wore a look that said, "I think I've 
done the best I know how, but if there's anything I've 
overlooked, I wish you'd let me know." Peaceful, trust- 
ful — that was the expression on Emmy's face; and it 
seemed as though there was something else shining 
there. Mrs. Setwright couldn't define it exactly. Emmy's 
hair was dark, straight, and wound in a thick plait at 
the nape of her neck. Mrs. Setwright felt a twinge of envy 
as she thought of her own fine hair of nondescript color. 
She rather imagined they were about the same height — 
on the tall side — but Emmy was sturdily built, like a 
house built for protection against the elements. Mrs. 
Setwright found herself wondering more and more about 



Emmy. If she had been truthful with herself, she would 
have realized that she was thinking about Emmy in 
relation to herself. Was Emmy inspecting her in the same 
way? And if so, what was her reaction? Mrs. Setwright 
thought that no matter who the person on inspection 
might be, Emmy would see only the good. 

Emmy was still talking about her boys, but more or 
less to herself as she lay on the bed. When she mentioned 
the little pranks of their childhood, one heard a smile in 
her voice. As though she was forgiving them for any 
anxiety they had caused her. What was that about the 
Navy? 

"Dave says he likes the sea now. I don't think he does 
really. I think he's trying to conquer his feeling against 
it the same way he's always fought it out with other 
things he didn't like — the same way he conquered his 
school work, even though the poor lad nearly gave up 
in despair over his figuring." 

Oh, but he didn't give up, thought Mrs. Setwright. 

' 'He must have taken quite a bit of ribbing from the 
other boys on the ship. He'll be showing them all some 
day. 

Emmy wasn't boasting; she had an unshakable con- 
fidence in her boys. As she put it, "They were good boys, 
they were; and they'll be good men." 

Mrs. Setwright wondered whether Reggie had ever 
come in contact with Emmy's Dave. Even if they hap- 
pended to be on the same ship, an ensign would hardly 
know any of the sailors very well. 

When Emmy stopped talking, there was a deep silence. 
Mrs. Setwright had almost forgotten where she was. She 
realized that everyone else was asleep, or trying to sleep. 
She said goodnight to Emmy. 

In what seemed a second later, an ominous rumbling 
pressed in on her ear drums. An impulse seized her to 
scream, but no one else seemed to have been disturbed; 
at least, there was no other sound. 

"Emmy," she whispered, glad now to call her that. 

"I'm right here," Emmy said softly. "Now don't you 
bother about those little noises. You'll get used to them, 
the way we regulars did." 

"But Emmy, how can I go back to sleep? I can't get 
that ringing out of my head." 

"Think of everything you love — your home, your 
boys; think of the nice things you have done, and make 
up nice things you'd like to do. Pretty soon you'll be 
dreaming about them, and it'll be morning before you 
want it to be." 

Mrs. Setwright thought, "That's what she does. She's 
giving me her secret." 

Like a child, she lay back and began to dream. 

The next morning, when Mrs. Setwright woke, Emmy 
had gone. Mrs. Setwright went home, and filled in the 

8 



day reading and knitting. When evening came, she took 
her place again in the shelter; this time before Emmy 
arrived. Emmy's face lighted when she saw Mrs. Set- 
wright. 

I'm glad you're here," she said; but those few words 
meant a lot to lonely Mrs. Setwright. 

The two women met night after night in the shelter. 
Mrs. Setwright felt a load fall off her shoulders when 
Emmy appeared. In fact, she could almost see Emmy pick 
it up and add it to her own burden (not that Emmy ever 
mentioned having such a thing). Emmy always brought 
a certain amount of strength and courage to Mrs. Set- 
wright. But one evening Emmy said an astonishing thing 
to her friend. 

"You don't know how glad I am that you were the 
one to find a place next to me. You have been so nice to 
me, and such a comfort; you don't seem to mind my 
talking on about myself," apologetically. "I don't play 
very fair, I'm afraid. I haven't given you much chance to 
talk, have I?" She smiled that gentle smile of hers. 

Mrs. Setwright wanted to cry. Emmy had said one of 
the nicest things to her that she had ever heard. She felt 
just the way she had when four year old Reggie had 
whispered, "Mums, you're the most prettiest Mums I've 
ever had." 

The next evening, Emmy walked in as usual — no, not 
quite as usual. There was an almost imperceptible droop 
to her shoulders. Everything else was there — the smile, 
the word of greeting, the inquiry as to how Mrs. Set- 
wright's boys were getting along. 

"It's too bad, isn't it," she mused, "the boys will 
never have a real home to come to again." 

"Oh, no, Emmy," Mrs. Setwright gasped. "Your 
home isn't gone — ." 

"Yes, it went last night," Emmy smiled, as though to 
keep Mrs. Setwright from making matters worse by 
getting upset. 

"I'm glad I thought to bring Harry's picture with me 
last night. Wasn't that lucky?" 

Harry? Her husband, of course, thought Mrs. Set- 
wright dully. Why did this have to happen to Emmy 
who had given and taken so much to make a house a 
home that the boys would be proud of? Mrs. Setwright 
knew that it was a home they'd never forget. Then she 
had the most completely unselfish thought that she'd 
ever had in her life. 

"I wish it had happened to me instead." 

She had a feeling that Emmy would have felt just as 
badly in any case. 

A few more nights passed. Emmy had not changed. 
She had found another house, and was doing her best to 
make that one into a home. 

One day Mrs. Setwright received a letter from her 

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son, Reggie. It began this way: 

Dear Mums: 

I don't feel up to writing a cheery note today. You see, my 
commanding officer was killed in action yesterday. There will 
never be another man in the Navy like him. You would have 
liked him, Mums. There was peace and strength in his face, and 
something else there that I can't quite put into words. The 
queer part is that Dave hated the sea. I know how hard it is 
to do something that one doesn't want to do, and to give up 
one's life for that something is near to greatness. I wonder 
where he got the courage . . . ." 

"I know, son," his Mother whispered. 



YIKES! IT'S DARK! 

Among the ironies of life should be put the black-out 
drills that are taking place these days all over the United 
States, or more specifically, in our own dormitory. 

The irony? Well, consider. After years of infinite 
patience, perseverance, and toil on the part of great 
thinkers and inventors to bring light — more and better 
light — into our cities and homes, we are now faced with 
the need of getting rid of it. And this in the homeland 
of Thomas Edison and Don Ameche ! 

Where lights one shone in all their proud brilliance 
along the streets of trouble-free cities, they now are 
extinguished, or at the most they throw only a feeble 
glow on darkened streets. 

Where we once made a point of perfect illumination in 
every cranny, now the instant the alarm sounds the dorm 
becomes a dark Egypt and all its inmates stumbling 
Egyptians with dim flashlights trained on the floors. 

And where we haven't put out lights, we must hide 
them. Beaver board, made as attractive as possible under 
the gruesome circumstances, adorns the inside of many 
of our large windows and doors. 

Only now are we beginning to realize the convenience 
and ease of the good old days when we used the privilege 
of lights — lights anywhere and anytime. 

When the days of blackouts are over, we'll be even 
more appreciative. We'll honor those who will have 
made possible the return of glowing windows and 
twinkling street lights. Till then, we have a motto to 
inspire us, as we stumble along clutching our blue 
flashlights — "Let there be light." 

— Mary Jane Burx)ette. 



BRANCHES 

Thin, gaunt fingers stretching heavenward 

making a mosaic 

Groping 

lost in the dead of winter. 

— Betty Meeth. 



HEADS OR TAILS? 

The Seniors have electives! Yes, those educational 
phenomena have been descended upon us. I say "been" 
for I am of that category which is neither a Lily Pons, a 
Raphael, or a Johnny Weismuller. Yet I have been made 
to choose from among the subjects of music, art, and 
physical education. Now, the general procedure for one 
so well un-versed in the above subjects, is as follows: 

Ques. Which of the above best fits my accomplish- 
ments? 

Ans. I can't imitate a perfectly-pitched Quiz Kid, and 
the ivories don't respond to my nimble touch. 
Music is out. * 

Qites. How well can my biceps and bipeds take it? 
Ans. After one attempt at walking first fare, not so 

well. Gym is out. 
Ques. To what art level (see Course of Study) can I 

aspire? 
Ans. Having illustrated 1st grade seatwork for 9 

weeks, art is definitely out. 

So I, like many another hapless victim, have called 
upon that loyal product of the U. S. Mint. After testing 
my choice with both the buffalo and JefFersonian variety 
I am now toting around a shoe-box marked "art sup- 
plies." 

Thanks, everyone, for electing to let us elect. 



WHO'S WHO 

The following members of the Junior and Senior classes 
were selected to represent the college in the publication 
called "Who's Who In American Colleges and Universi- 
ties: 

Seniors : 

lONA Claytor 
Alice Crane 
John Horst 
Ruth Maleson 
Frances Shores 
Quentin Thompson 
Margaret Zillmor 

Juniors: 

Muriel Frames 
William Jett 
Dorothy Kapp 
Rose Marie Middlecoff 
Jean Wright 



FEBRUARY 



1942 



Lowdown 
On Dates 



What do girls talk about when they get together over 
the cokes and potato chips? Why, dates, of course. So 
let's sit down and delve into this date problem and try 
to find the answer to the one pressing question: What 
makes the perfect date? 

June Stephan says that absolutely he has to have a 
Cadillac convertible, be a combination of Cary Grant and 
Sterling Hayden, and have the sense of humor of Bob 
Hope. Tough order there, June. 

Betty Letzer threatens that in her date book two topics 
are tabu — his past love life and law cases. If he so much 
as mentions either one, she's through. Past performances 
have proved that Betty carries out her threats. 

Mary Lou Thurston thinks that a neat appearance is 
the first requisite. 

Betty Drawbaugh woefully exclaims that he has to be 
a good mixer and take her places where there are friendly 
crowds of her own age. 

"Toodles" Waters specifies, "Intelligence, by all 
means; also, good background. On second thought, those 
details don't matter if he is a blue-eyed blond." 

Jean Kemp confides that she wants her date to be lots 
of fun, to be a good dancer, and to be sweet and gentle. 

Louise Smith pleads for "fightless" dates. She knows 
what trouble they cause. 

Jean Fisher's evening is ruined if he isn't a good con- 
versationalist or hasn't a lively sense of humor. Wanda 
Carter and Billie Smith agree. 

Dot Jones — "make him tall, dark, and handsome, a 
good dancer, and not too perfect a gentleman." 

Virginia Leatherbury groans no end if her date takes 
her to a movie every Friday night. Shows a sad lack of 
imagination. 

June Quinan looks for real comradeship. Being good 
friends is the essence of a good date. 

Jule Thompson — "I especially prefer white shirts." 

Kathleen Buhrman gives an order for five feet, nine 
inches, gray suits, and a complete absence of puniness. 

Elizabeth Shoemaker's date has to be six-foot-two and 
in the Army. (Could she possibly have someone in mind?) 

Mildred Crum bursts forth with, "He has to be in the 
Navy! No Army man for me." 

Jeannette Jones likes boys who make her feel at ease 
so that no airs are necessary. She also told me she likes 
long arms. Why? 

Eileen Bautz likes her date to be able to mix with her 
friends readily. 

LD 



Thelma Rosenthal likes 'em "quick on the trigger." 
(Draw your own conclusions, she says.) She also claims 
that she sees red if her date asks, "Where do you want 
to go?" Thelma just likes to be taken places with no 
questions asked. 

Peg Gunnells cries out for a car — or maybe, on second 
thought, a tandem bike would do, right about now. 

So, there you are, boys. Twenty-one different answers 
to one simple question. So you think it's a big order to 
fill? Maybe in the next issue you'll have something to 
say about what you like in a date. 



"'Round About Us" 




Richmond Hall Parlor 



John Barrymore Moser 





E. Foster Dowell a la NYA Worker 

TOWER LIGHT 



TO BE TAKEN WITH A GRAIN OF SALT, MR. LEMBACH 



Prologue 

John was the name he had; 
John was his moniker. 
Soft was his voice and low. 
Gentle and mellow. 
Neckties he always wore 
Matching his stockings — 
Matching his shirt and coat- 
Outfit harmonious. 
Kindly of speech and deed; 
Good disposition; 
Friendly to man and beast, 
John was his moniker. 



Canto I 

There on the open street 
Stood and art gallery, 
Having within its walls 
Many abstractions. 
Pictures of blue and black: 
Pictures of many hues : 
Pictures of crazy things : 
Pictures repulsive. 
In thru the door John walked — 
Strode in with courage; 
Strode in with heart afire. 
Viewing the pictures. 
Straight thru the halls he went. 
Pausing and staring 
Now at a purple streak 
Titled "A Night in June;" 
Now at a solid brown 
Picture called "Street Cars." 
Hope in his heart leaped up, 
Seeing these pictures: 
Seeing those master works 
Done by a maniac; 
Done by a criminal 
Taking his vengeance; 
Done by a sordid soul 
With indigestion. 

Now we are working hard, 
Drawing in lines and squares. 
Splashing on purple paint. 
Cursing in blue and red. 
Smearing with chalk and pen. 



Canto IV 



Canto II 

Back to his home John went 
Brimming with thoughts of art. 
Seeing before his eyes 
Visions of pictures rare. 
Visions of what he'd do 
If he had oil paints. 
Seized he the canvas clean. 
Stabbed it with dripping brush. 
Smeared it with green and red — 
Cursed it in black and tan — 
Filled it with many lines — 
Filled it with solid squares; 
Slaved o'er the nauseous mess, 
Slaved till he wearied; 
Slaved till his paints ran out — 
Then he was finished. 
Then did he christen it 
"Boy and a Precipice." 
Wrapped it all up with care — 
Offered it up for sale; 
Offered to part with it. 
Picture so ghastly. 

Canto III 
Sold he his picture then. 
Horrible fantasy. 
To the museum — 
Glutton for punishment. 
Pleased with success he was — 
Pleased with his painting rare. 
Strode he into his class. 
With his portfolio. 
Faced all his students; then 
Said in his mellow voice, 
"Do an abstraction now — 
Do it in many ways : 
Do one on canvas first: 
Do one in colored chalk: 
Do one with ink and pen : 
Do one with water paints : 
Do one with spray and gun — 
Do some abstractions!" 



Slaving on paper, and 
Slaving on canvas, too; 
Creating on cardboard — 
Potential candidates 
For some asylum — 

God love abstractions! 



FEBRUARY 



1942 



11 



BOOKS 



How Do You Like 
Your Future— Light 
or Dark ? 

"pRESH from the presses, since the Pearl Harbor attack, 
comes a blizzard of literature on Japan — its people, 
its politics, its place in the world picture. Much of this is, 
of course, highly-colored for propaganda purposes, but 
some we cannot afford to miss. Be sure, for instance, to 
have a look at Baron Kanaka's outline of Japan's Man- 
churian policy.^ 

This amazing text was first published in a Chinese 
newspaper in 1927, following a conference of Manchurian 
and Mongolian officials, where Japanese policy in regard 
to these territories was discussed for eleven days. Baron 
Kanaka, the militarist premier of Japan, wrote the results 
of the conference in the form of a "Memorial" which 
was presented to the emperor. How it came into the 
hands of the Chinese is not proven, but there were many 
Chinese clerks at the conference who might have smug- 
gled out a copy. 

It being the fashion of the day for dictatorships to 
justify their banditries, much of the Kanaka Memorial 
is an exposition of Japan's vital need of the coveted ter- 
ritories. Its tone is reminiscent of certain Teutonic 
rumblings for kbensraum. Japan feels she is on the spot. 
She has no illustions about her position in the world. 
If she doesn't want to be starved out by rich and tech- 
nically advanced nations of the West, she must acquire 
more territory and raw materials. Having recognized 
this grim fact, she goes on to form specific plans for 
getting these things. 

It is unfortunate, says Baron Kanaka in effect, that 
Japan recognized China's sovereignty over Mongolia 
and Manchuria by signing the Nine-Power Treaty in 
1922. Unfortunate, but not fatal to future conquests. He 
outlines as neat a fifth column for Korea as the Nazis ever 
used in Europe. He cites towns which must be taken, 
railroads which must be built in the Chinese provinces. 
He reckons with the Russian giant and the formidable 
U. S. fleet at Manila. He explains that the Japanese must 
secure "rights and privileges" in China at all costs. 
(Hitler called it "protection.") Step by step, and with 
unnerving determination, he describes Japan's gradual 
domination of the Pacific. 



^Japan's Dream of World Empire: The Kanaka Memorial. Edited by 
Carl Crow, Harpers, 1942. 

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The publishers advertise The Kanaka Memorial as the 
"Japanese Mein Kampf." But with a difference, we say. 
Herr Hitler has made it no secret that those were his 
sentiments exactly; the Japanese, however, have re- 
peatedly denied that the Memorial was ever written at 
all. We can take this as we are inclined — but events 
planned in the Memorial in 1927 began happening in 
1937, and methods of carrying them out were strictly as 
scheduled. It would be almost impossible, if the Memo- 
rial is only the instrument of an imaginative Chinese 
propagandist, for the details to have been prophesied so 
accurately. The Japanese policy is summed up perfectly 
in the Kanaka text. Mr. Crow observes that nothing is 
said that has not been expressed before in the course of 
her history as an empire. 

Three hundred years back, the Japanese invaded Korea 

and made an unsuccessful attempt to annex Manchuria. 

Militarists have treasured the idea of taking China ever 

since. You can write your own epilogue to the Memorial. 

Hungry for foodstuffs and raw materials, Japan has lined 

up with the other great have-nots, Germany and Italy. 

Ensued the first open defiance of the League of Nations, 

and the unmolested seizing of Manchuria. As Kanaka 

predicted, war with the United States came inevitably — 

and the American citizen finally noticed the firecracker 

that had been quitely sputtering away under his chair 

for five years. 

* * * 

But lest you get the idea that all Americans have been 
blind to the handwriting on the wall, there is evidence, 
in black and white, that a great deal of serious thought 
was being devoted to foreign affairs prior to the present 
emergency. Whose thought? Colleges took the lead with 
International Relations Clubs, lectures, etc. A very in- 
teresting result is the recently published cycle of lectures 
delivered at the University of California in 1939, on the 
of world Peace. ^ 

Six professors' views are represented — men whose fields 
range from mathematics to geography. Their method is 
the researcher's and their idiom is cautiously scientific, 
as they chart out a plan for "desirable" world harmony. 

Jan O. M. Broek opens the study with a picture of the 
distribution of population and resources among the 
nations. F. C. Palm points out the fact that this unequal 
distribution has resulted in the phenomena of "satiated" 
and "unsatiated" states. Here is the sore spot of inter- 
national politics, which will never be healed over by 

2 World Resources and Peace. Committee on International Relations on 
the Berkeley Campus of the University of California. 1941. 

TOWER LIGHT 



denunciation of the have-nots and idealistic defense of 
the haves (who never meant anybody any harm). Palm 
gives the keynote for the lectures to follow when he con- 
cludes: People must become internationally-minded be- 
fore they can re-organize the world. 

Melvin M. Knight, Robert D. Calkins, and Herbert 
Priestly find menaces to peace in the present portioning 
of colonies among the nations, in imperialistic control of 
colonies, and in the lack of national cooperation in world 
trade. "Pugnacity, prestige and predacity" have been 
the fashion in these fields. It's time to begin to regulate 
them by a super-state League of Nations. 

What might that League be? Frederic Paxson warns 
that any government we plan for the world must fit all 
the world. Peace cannot be "cut to our pattern." In 
divvying up the earth's resources, the U. S. may come 
out poorer than it is now. But the balance will have been 
struck, and it will not be necessary for a second Axis to 
strike it. 

The professors take no mere academic interest in their 
topic. The situation is as real to them as it is to the 
Japanese. This is their own world they are studying, in 
which they must live. The solutions they have proposed 
are as practical as any of Baron Kanaka's. Both plans 
are tremendous. Both chart a new world. But while 
Kanaka's plan was marked "Japanese only," the men 
from Berkeley, thinking on an international plane, 
mapped out a world organization for all people. 

-J.C. 



Small Town 



Kings Row, By Henry Bellaman, 1941 

Kings Row is a small mid-western town where this 
story takes place. It is the story of a boy — a different boy 
— with high ideals and ambitions, but not much knowl- 
edge of the knocks he must encounter in the world of 
man. Until Drake McHugh, who "knows it all" and 
more, too, takes him in hand, Paris Mitchell lives a 
simple, innocent all-too-trustful life. Under the influence 
of the blase Mr. McHugh, however, he comes out of his 
shell and enjoys life. Drake remains his best friend 
throughout his childhood and even when he goes away 
for his medical education. 

There are a number of interesting characters in the 
book. The story brings surprises, disappointments, and 
disillusionments to the reader. Yet, at the same time, it 
offers no end of entertainment and laughs. 

Tragedy, comedy, love, hate, adventure, and mystery 
all are combined in this book. It's "tops" in current 
fiction! Watch for it in a coming film! 

Mary Jane Burdette. 

FEBRUARY 1942 



Open Minds Only 

Frederick L. Schuman, International Politics, Third Edi- 
tion, McGraw-Hill, New York, 1941. 

No teacher of future teachers and no teacher can ade- 
quately discharge his or her patriotic and professional 
duties without a thorough knowledge of those factors 
which have brought our contemporary international 
"system" to its present malaise. This knowledge may be 
obtained by a careful study of the third edition of Pro- 
fessor Schuman's well-known text. International Politics. 
Although this volume was published in May, 1941, 
before Hitler's attack on Soviet Russia and Japan's attack 
on Pearl Harbor, it is nevertheless probably the best 
available text in its field, and was thoroughly revised for 
the express purpose of explaining the origins and develop- 
ment of the present world conflict. 

The broad scope of this book, the wealth of data con- 
tained in it, the colorful style and constructive imagina- 
tion of the author, and his unusual ability to analyze and 
explain the trends of international politics, all defy 
description in a brief review. 

In Book I Professor Schuman traces the historical 
evolution of the modern state system. In Book II he 
discusses the positive forces operating in favor of world 
order, such as international law, diplomatic practices, 
peaceful methods of settling international disputes and 
efforts toward effective "international government." In 
Book III the author discusses the contrary negative forces 
operating for world anarchy: power politics, nationalism, 
imperialism, poverty and war. This is followed by a bril- 
liant analysis of the conquests and systematic aggressions 
of Japan, Italy and Germany and the counter-policies and 
measures taken by France, Great Britain, the Soviet 
Union and the United States. In Book IV Professor 
Schuman ponders the future without indulging in either 
shallow dogmatism or unscientific prophesy. In this 
section (pp. 694-695) he says : 

"There is much reason to believe, however, that no 
real choice remains between competitive capitalism and 
a new 'collectivist' social order, or between international 
anarchy and world union. ... In all likelihood the choice 
for the western peoples is not between fashioning a new 
social structure or not fashioning it. It is between having 
it in their own way, under their own control and for their 
own goals, or having it crammed down their throats by 
the new barbarians within and without. Their choice is 
probably not between nationalism and internationalism. 
It is between an internationalism developed and im- 
plemented by democrats for liberal purpose, and inter- 
nationalism imposed by external force in the service of 
despotism." — E. Foster Doweul. 

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One Woman's 
Family 

House for Emily: Elizabeth Reeves, Farrar and Rinehart, 
N. Y., 1941. 

A House for Emily appeared first under the sketching 
fingers of John Bacon on a table cloth in a little Italian 
restaurant. Then the House became the symbol of Emily's 
marriage to John. It took long to build but it was the life 
in which she had her being. 

At 21 Emily Graham left her home town of Clinton 
to accept a social service position in a New York Settle- 
ment house. That was in October. By spring, Emily, 
married to John Bacon, started housekeeping in an apart- 
ment in Richmond. Although financially unable to build 
their house in their early years of marriage, John and 
Emily spent many hours elaborating on the architectural 
plans. Their favorite walk was to the hill where the 
house was to be built surrounded by elms. Years passed. 
Four children were born and grew to adolescence. John 
worked hard and accumulated money, only to have his 
savings used for family emergencies. And still the House 
was not built. It was always in their minds; it was their 
life goal. But with the realization of this goal, the world 
for Emily ceased to be. Death took her two most beloved 
ones— her youngest child, and then her husband. Emily, 
who once had been so vital to her family's needs and in- 
terest, now became a problem to her children. Necessity 
demanded that she find a new life. New hopes and thrills 
were born for Emily when she freed herself and thus 
freed her children. 

Elizabeth Reeves has wisely written Emily as an 
average woman engaged in the all-encompassing duty 
of wife and mother. The stirring story has been cleverly 
woven out of the usual everyday happenings. This na- 
tural day by day life that affects the personality has been 
told realistically with sincerity, warmth, and tenderness. 
A House for Emily may become a house for any and all 
when the world of change is met with courageous good 
will. 

— Ruth McGarty. 



Stop-That-Rumor Dept. 

On behalf of the Administration, we wish to deny 
absolutely the vicious report that one of the new Fresh- 
men disappeared in the Room Eight locker-labyrinth 
and hasn't been heard of since. We counted the Freshmen 
ourselves. 

But come to think of it, has anyone counted the upper- 
classmen? 

14 



Things We'd Like to Mail 

Dear Mr. Hirohito: 

Please come at once and get your cherry trees. While 
you are here pick up your beetles so they will have 
something to eat on the way home. 
Sincerely, 

Claude (Wickard) 

To Whom It May Concern : 

Please send a carrier pigeon to notify Miss Frances 
Robison of the exact time you intend to raid us so she 
may finish her lesson plans before you get here. 
Sincerely, 

O. C. D. 
Dear Mr. Astrin : 

You aren't student teaching anymore so dispense with 
your childish techniques and talk to us like men. 
Sincerely, 

The Student Body. 

Dear Harold (Moser): 

Are you afraid of the dark? If not, please see that all 
lights are out the next time we have an air raid drill. The 
girls aren't that wolfish. So, keep your equilibrium. 
Sincerely, 

A. R. P. 
Dear John (Lembach) : 

Do not take the epic printed herein too seriously; it's 
art in a different form. 

Sincerely, 

The Miscreants. 
Dear Bill Jett: 

The student council is getting along fine without you. 
We don't know why. 

Affectionately 

We are afraid to say. 

Dear Shores and Herndon : 

We hear that your interest in the Tower Light is 
purely confectionery. How do you each rate a box of 
candy from the same man? 

Wonderingly, 

Aunt Ada. 
Dear Jimmy O'Connor: 

Please come up and build a bird house for Helen Louise. 
She has another science course and wants another A. 
Anxiously, 

Us. 
Dear Miss Barkley : 

We hear that you are proficient at the culinary arts. 
Could you give the dormitory a few lessons on lunch? 
Hungrily, 

The Inmates. ^ 

TOWER LIGHT 



Open Forum 



Case for Men 
Teachers 



TO OUR STUDENT BODY: 

In the November issue of the Tower Light I wrote an 
article — signed "A Senior." The purpose of the article 
was to bring to you some "information" concerning men 
teaching in the elementary school in Baltimore City. 
Oddly enough, it wasn't attempted as an expose of the 
educational system of Baltimore City or as a report of 
undercover "spies" who had kept tab of the male ele- 
mentary school teachers. I merely stated a few facts and 
several more deductions based on my acquaintance of 
teachers in Baltimore City. I sincerely expected to be 
snowed under, along with the Tower Light office, by 
resentful students' replies to my "bold" letter. I wasn't 
expecting the almost unanimous lack of response by the 
student body. It was, and still is, almost unbelievable. 
There was a short reply, however, printed in the Decem- 
ber issue — a hasty note gotten together by the Tower 
Light staff. It wasn't significant enough to merit a reply. 
But our January issue does come forth with an excellent 
article which seems to shatter the reliability of the in- 
formation of my original letter. This should have been 
the answer of dozens of our students, but no— it was 
merely the answer of a Tower Light member who felt 
it his duty to reply to such a letter as mine. That, in 
brief, has been the story of my adventure into untouched 
depths imprinted on the pages of our magazine. How- 
ever, I must write this last chapter as a conclusion to all 
that has gone before. 

The original chapter contained no statistics whatso- 
ever. I felt there was no need for them. The last reply to 
my letter is chuck full of interesting statistics and accur- 
ate ones, I'm certain. They "proved" that many men are 
promoted to secondary schools or higher positions in less 
than 10 years. These statistics must, however, be con- 
sidered invalid as definite proof because (a) I was con- 
cerned with the attitudes of our educational leaders 
toward promotion from the elementary to other schools 
and the statistics did not indicate treatment on that 
angle and (b) the numbers themselves did not indicate 
how many men took a special course offered 10 or 15 
years ago in our college which qualified them immedi- 
ately for secondary school teaching or how many men 
dropped out of the elementary school system to study 
for higher courses. 

Also as an "argument" against my letter, the Tower 

FEBRUARY • 1942 



Light member included statistics showing that a larger 
proportion of men teachers are principals or vice-princi- 
pals than the women. First of all, my article dealt with 
the difference in the opportunities of promotion in the 
counties and in Baltimore. To have given a valid pile of 
statistics, the writer would have had to get information 
concerning the promotion of men in the counties. Second- 
ly, if we were taking up the issue as to the chances of pro- 
motion — men vs. women — those numbers would mean 
little. Numbers often are misleading. True, the numbers 
said that 14.3% of the men teachers are principals or vice- 
principals and only 7.9% of the women are. Those 
numbers are exactly right! BUT if we're comparing men 
against women we must also find out how many of the 
women and men used in the figures are capable of the 
leadership required of principals. Also, how many have 
the qualification of "experience" to become good princi- 
pals. This is extremely important because there are many 
people, men and women, who would never be asked to 
fill the principal's seat — they simply havn't the extra 
thing that that office requires. Those people should not 
be included in a survey. Also, some women enter the 
teaching profession only to retire very shortly due to 
marriage. And doubtless, some women hesitate to accept 
more responsible positions because of their expectancy 
of wedded bliss. All of these persons help to distort 
statistics as I have mentioned. 

I brought out one other point in my first message which 
hasn't been referred to. I said that many men were dis- 
content with teaching in the elementary school in Balti- 
more City. This is a condition that can never be proved 
except by personal contact. I don't wish to say anything 
more on this matter except to admit that this is a very 
serious situation existing not only in Baltimore, not only 
in elementary schools, but in our entire nation. The 
ruffled international situation planted the seeds of dis- 
content and our nation at war has caused them to sprout. 
It isn't possible for our American men to continue their 
various peace time jobs in the face of forces that would 
destroy the things they were living for, without many 
of them volunteering to combat those forces of evil. 

That is my last chapter. The book is closed. 
Sincerely yours, 
February 3, 1942. Henry Astrin. 



Bottleneck 



To WHOM IT MAY CONCERN: 

For several years we have had a serious bottleneck in 
our magazine library that has not been improved. I refer 

IS 



to our picture collection. There is only one person who 
checks pictures in and out, even when there are as many 
as fifteen busy student teachers who wish to return two 
small illustrations or take out twenty-seven assorted 
pictures. The checker examines each picture, counts 
them, records everyone of them, stamps each picture in- 
dividually, counts them again, stamps your card, and then 
discusses with you an appropriate date for returning 
them. Compare this old-fashioned bottleneck with Enoch 
Pratt's system. At Pratt you are told to count your own 
pictures and then the librarian counts them and stamps 
your envelope for two weeks. That's all! No red tape! 
No lost time! Can't our library adopt a similar procedure? 
We student teachers may not seem to be in a hurry, but 
we come to the college only once a week and don't 
relish standing in line for half an hour just because the 
checker thinks that each picture should be given special 
attention and stamps. Why not try it the Pratt way and 
if necessary make a ruling so that all pictures be replaced 
or paid for at the price of 10 cents each? 
February 1, 1942. Hopeful St. T. 



Quizzers 



To the Editors of the Tower Light : 

Why doesn't State Teachers College support its basket- 
ball team? Of the games which have been played here, 
not one has drawn anything faintly resembling a crowd. 
In fact, at the important match between S.T.C. and Cath- 
olic University recently held in our auditorium, there 
weren't enough home team rooters to cheer effectively. 
Why — the big advantage of home games is that a team 
can have their gang there to cheer them on ! 

The games are advertised well enough. The team 
always comes through with an exciting, colorful per- 
formance. It's the students who just are't concerned 
whether S.T.C lands at the head or the foot of the Con- 
ference. Far be it from me to preach "school spirit," but 
our team needs and deserves our support. Why not give 
them a break; fill up that empty auditorium for a change? 
February 4, 1942. Freshman. 

To the Editors of the Tower Light : 

What ever happened to that noble idea of giving a 
dance for the Service men? Many students were in favor 
of it — several of the faculty were enthusiastic. The 
arguments against it were none too convincing (i.e., 
"We can't ask the Administration to take the responsi- 
bility for such a dance.") In short, it was a plan which, 
while a little revolutionary, should have stood a good 
chance of materializing. Just where in the executive 
assembly-line was it sabotaged? 
February 4, 1942. — N. C. G. 

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So What? 

Even after a former plea to Johnnie Horst to make 
himself known to the Freshmen girls, I still hear strains 
of "Oh, Please Be Kind." 

She's blonde, she's short, she's small, she's . . . well, 
ask Bark Spellman. (They may be found most any after- 
noon in Richmond Hall parlor. Cough before you enter.) 

We wonder what a Paul Jones means to Mary Jane and 
Dick. Is it all that bad? 

What would Mussolini and Chiang Kai Chek do if 
they heard that "intuistic" Sophomore, Anna Pruess, 
declare, politically speaking, that Italy and China were 
not world powers! 

With Marion Forbes claiming the Navy and Jean 
Wright, the Army, what's left for F.D.R.? 

A new slant on an open letter that appeared in the 
Tower Light for 1937: 

1. To Mr. Moser: 

How about coming to the dances sometime — as a 
chaperon. See Dr. Foster Dowell for your "Duties." He 
knows ! 

2. To Mrs. Brouwer: 

How do you keep your sense of humor in deepest 
anxiety? (ex. : the student teacher, who while juggling 
your exquisite china between her two hands, blithely 
asked, "Does this belong to you? I borrowed it so long 
ago I forgot where it came from.") Glory he! 



A treasure: A moving picture of one of Dr. Walther's 

geography classes. 
A riot: Follow the leader in Mr. Moser's math class. 
A blessing : An unabridged Webster memorized — for Miss 

Bader's classes. 
A puzzle: Mr. Crook's room at the end of the term. 



"It Can't Happen Here" — the Sophomore's optimisim 
for February 20th. Let's stick by them. 

The Rural Club presents "Mr. Moser will talk on the 
Appalachian Trail." We wonder. 

To be shot at sunrise — Frances Shores — for teasing us 
about the Date Bureau idea. 

Marvel at Johns Hopkins. That's education! 

Bill Ackley invades a Harem! Evidently, he thinks 
he will like the talks "between us girls" as a certain 
English pedagogue at S. T. C. blandly put it. But there's 
more to it than that, ask Bill. Then too, word has come 
that Toodles is dreaming again. But that's the life of the 
dorm. 

So what! 

TOWER LIGHT 



All That Glitters 

Tonight's the night of that play you wanted to see. 
You phone for reservations. You visit the box office. No 
luck — the house is all sold out. You decide it's your own 
fault for not attending to such matters in advance. Next 
time. . . . 

Next time we hope you'll be rewarded for your efforts. 
This column is to be devoted to advance notices of plays, 
operas, operattas, concerts, and exhibitions which will 
be shown in Baltimore's theaters and music halls. This 
city is extremely fortunate. Because of custom and its 
strategic position, Baltimore is used as a preview center 
for many of the plays that are to be featured on Broadway 
for the season. There are many opportunities for pleasure- 
minded folk to taste of the fruits of the drama; of which 
herewith we publish a calendar. 

The Lyric Theater as usual carries a full winter sched- 
ule. On February 3 there will be a concert by the Na- 
tional Symphony under the direction of Hans Kindler. 
The soloist will be Helen Traubel, American Wagnerian 
soprano. On Saturday morning, February 7, the Balti- 
more Symphony Orchestra will present a children's 
concert. Howard Barlow will be the conductor. The 
adult concert will be held Sunday evening, February 8. 
February 13 is an important date. Lawrence Tibbett, 
great American barytone, will appear here in the role of 
concert singer. February 17 sees a reappearance of the 
National Symphony Orchestra under Hans Kindler and 
the soloist featured will be Rudolf Serkin, pianist. An- 
other children's concert by Howard Barlow will be 
given Saturday morning, February 21. Sunday evening 
the adult concert will be held. The Littlefield Ballet has 
been postponed until sometime in March. Anyone who 
was fortunate enough to attend the performance of the 
American Ballet should keep the former in mind. The 
Metropolitan Opera Company will be here on March 
16, 17, and 18. The only opera that is definitely on sched- 
ule so far is Mozart's "The Magic Flute" which enjoyed 
a popular revival in New York this season. 

Ford's has an entertaining schedule in sight. During 
the week beginning February 9 will be presented Patrick 
Hamilton's "Angel Street" withSylviaSidney,VictorJory 
and Ernest Cossart. This promises to be a major dramatic 
event, so don't miss it if you have an opportunity to 
attend the performance. The very popular play, "My 
Sister Eileen," will be here during the week of February 
23. Although Sunday is Washington's birthday the 
management will celebrate the date with a Monday 
matinee. Maurice Evans, great Shakespearian actor of 
our day, will be at Ford's on March 16. 

At the Hopkins Playshop, located on the campus of 

FEBRUARY • 1942 



Where Shall We Go? 

February 20-26 — Play: Anna Christie, by Eugene 
O'Neill. BaltimoreMuseumof Art. 
This production is to be currently 
shown with the unique exhibi- 
tion, "Scenery for Cinema" being 
planned for display in the Mu- 
seum Galleries in February. It 
will be interesting to compare the 
original stage version, starring 
Greta Garbo, which will be 
shown daily in the Museum at 
that time. 

March 8 — University of Maryland's Men's Glee 
Club and Women's Chorus. Club 
House Auditorium of the Mary- 
land Casualty Building. 

March 12 — Lecture: "Music as an Experience" by 
Emma A. Sutherland. 

March 12 — Recital: Joseph Schuster, Violincel- 
list, 8:30 P. M., North Hall, Pea- 
body Conservatory of Music. 
Admission free. 

March 13 — Lecture: "Backstage in Opera' ' by Dr. 
Ernest Lett, 8:30 P. M., North 
Hall, Peabody Conservatory of 
Music. 
Admission free. 



the Johns Hopkins University, the theater group under 
the direction of Dr. N. Bryllion Fagin will present John 
Webster's "The Dutchess of Malfi" during the entire 
week of February 17. This play is an Elizabethan horror 
play and has not been produced before. The production 
of this work by Dr. Fagin's talented group should prove 
to be a dramatic and interesting event. (The cast experi- 
ence it.) 

The Vagabond Theater has two plays ready for the 
near future. Its February production was "George 
Washington Slept Here," a gay comedy that enjoyed 
great popularity on Broadway. Slated for March is "Lady 
Precious Stream," a Chinese play. The fact that it will 
be produced in the original Chinese style is an innova- 
tion in itself. 

The Baltimore Art Museum has a fine program for 
March. Beginning March 1, an exhibit of Scenery for the 
Cinema will be held. From March 12 to April 12 will be 
held the tenth annual Maryland Artist's Exhibition. 

You have the schedule — you have read the daily news- 
papers — what are you waiting for? This way to the Box 
Office. . . . curtain time. . . . 

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WHAT'S WRONG WITH US? 



TANSIL'S CHICKS 



Whether because Uncle Sam has claimed so many of our 
eligibles escorts, or because dances are scheduled too 
close together for a majority of the students to attend 
them, all the dances at State Teachers this year have only 
been moderately successful. It is not that they aren't 
as pleasant and well-planned as any in previous years. 
The music and decorations at most of them have been 
better-than-average. For instance, some of this year's 
offerings have been: 

The Senior Dance, given on October 10, which featured 
Tommy Dorsey's orchestra. 

The Varsity Club Hop, October 31, a highspot for 
everyone who attended because of the ghostly Hallow- 
een decorations. 

Charlie Gibney's tunes at the Dorm Dance in Novem- 
ber. The Hawaiian atmosphere was complete with glit- 
tering stars and a flirtatious Hula dancer in the balcony. 

The Junior Dance on December 12, where the Christ- 
mas spirit prevailed, from the candy-cane arches at the 
entrance to the snowy trees decorated with gay packages. 
The Courtiers furnished the music, and a spot-dance and 
a balloon contest with prizes were highlights. 

The Tower Light Dance, January 16, also with the 
Courtiers. 

The Student Council Dance in January 30, inauguarat- 
ing a new policy by presenting the first informal dance 
of the year on January 30 — a tendency toward simplicity 
prompted by the national emergency and the tire short- 
age. Decorations carried out the patriotic theme — red, 
white and blue V's were everywhere. 

WHY? 

All these dances have been well worth attending. Yet, 
"They didn't have the crowd." We think it would be a 
good idea to get to the bottom of the problem, since 
there is no denying that school dances are an important 
part of the college social life, a part that no student 
wants to miss. 

Some students tell us that they would support the 
dances at school if they were informal. The trend seems 
to be in that direction. Maybe we can hope for more 
definitely successful dances this spring. Meanwhile: 

JOT THESE DOWN! 

Important occasions to come are the Sophomore Dance 
(February 20), the Men's Revue and Dance (March 20), 
and the Freshman Dance on April 17. Let's support them 
all we can! 

— ^Mary Jane Burdette. 

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The over-worked slogan "Something new has been 
added" is now appropos for S.T.C. Call them "Tansil's 
Chicks" or refer to them more formally as Freshman 6, 
there are still eleven (attractive) new (young) feminine 
members of the college. These new students represent 
Forest Park, Patterson Park, Eastern and Western High 
Schools, but — they haven't been graduated yet! Yes, they 
have still another week before commencements. 

All agree that it is "different from high school," but 
they enjoy their freedom immensely. They think the 
halls "gloomy" but the people "friendly." They wish 
there were more fountains, and that people would give 
real answers to their questions instead of vague mutter- 
ings." Then, too, they wish that they were really a group 
apart instead of taking classes with students who have 
already had eighteen weeks in the college. However, 
they are sure that with Miss Tansil's guidance, they will 
be able to keep up. 

The accelerated program seems unusual but not bad 
really. Besides, they had no choice. Most of them were 
coming anyway since they were vitally interested in 
teaching because of the Sunday School and coaching 
experiences. 

Their college experiences have been somewhat limited. 
These youngsters have walked to Dunkirk, and are in- 
terested in the Glee Club and Book Shop. But they had 
never seen the magazine room or the Glen (this last 
possibly due to the weather), and they didn't know 
where the girls' rest rooms were. They had heard there 
were rooms with chairs in them but they didn't be- 
lieve it! One last experience — since "forewarned is fore- 
armed" — they bring their own lunches. They don't want 
to live "healthily." 

Our new members follow the campus fashions when 
they wear anklets, saddles, and drizzly hair. But they 
veer off on their own when they don't wear nail polish. 



WINTER NIGHT 



Night is calm and chill. 
Winter wind is still. 
Brittle, biting air; 
Branches black and bare; 
Sky, a starry maze. 
Greets my upward gaze. 

— ^Virginia Dorset. 



TOWER LIGHT 



College 
News 



COLLEGE CIVILIAN DEFENSE UNITS BEGAN NEW 

activities the week of February 3rd. The recently-formed 

Morale, Information, Police and Rescue, and Messenger 

squads began training in First Aid. Wardens, Firespotters 

and Bomb Squad workers continue in their respective 

fields, however. The returning student teachers had a few 

bad moments finding their way to classes — some of the 

rest of us were bewildered by the change in schedule — 

but generally the defense set-up is working smoothly and 

efficiently. 

o o o 

DELEGATE TO THE FOURTEENTH BIENNIAL 
convention of Kappa Delta Pi will be Dot Shinham, of 
the Senior Class. The Convention is held in San Francisco 
from February 23 to February 25. Chief business will be 
the revision of the association's Constitution, 
coo 

ALSO SEEING A NEW CHUNK OF THE AMERICAN 
scene, Jeannette Jones and Betty White will visit two 
colleges as representatives of State Teachers. This is part 
of the new Exchange Student plan of the Eastern States 
Association, which sponsors the New York Trip. Miss 
Jones and Miss White will be sent by the Student Council 
for a week before the Trip to study at first hand another 
college which is a member of the Association; that col- 
lege will send one of its students to live at our school for 
the same week. The purpose being, of course, comparison 
of ideas, curricula, etc., and a clearer picture of what 
constitutes good education in America. 

Clubs 

THERE ARE SO MANY GROUNDLESS RUMORS 
floating around about our defense that it is very hard to 
pick out the sober truth. For example, what do you know 
about Alaska as our Arctic fortress? Even if you know 
quite a bit it is not very likely to be first hand informa- 
tion. 

But first-hand information is just what Father Hub- 
bard is going to offer you on Tuesday evening, February 
17. His topic is "Alaska, Our Arctic Fortress," and the 
proceeds are going for the relief of British children. 
Here's a wonderful chance to satisfy your desire to know 
just what is happening and at the same time to do your 
part in furthering our cause. 

FEBRUARY • 1942 



THE LITTLE THEATRE GUILD GIVES PROMISE OF 
out-stripping all past performances (perhaps even the 
Faculty Follies!) with Our Town, Friday, March the 6th. 
Starring as the narrator will be Mr. Branford Millar. The 
rest of the cast is made up of students and faculty — Mr. 
Crook, Dr. Foster Dowell, Henry Astrin, Geraldine 
Hughes, Miriam Goldstein, Dotty Kapp, Pete Galley 
and Morton Weiner have leads. Every admission fee 
helps to swell the college Red Cross Fund. 



KAPPA DELTA PI WILL MERGE ITS USUAL 
monthly meeting fqr February with the Young America 
Wants to Help Group; both groups will sponsor a lecture 
on Alaska by Father Hubbard. 



THE NATURAL HISTORY GROUP HAD AN OLD- 
fashioned ice-skating party at Lake Roland on January 
10th. No casualties (we hear the ice was eight inches 
thick!) but a certain slipperiness was reported by some 
members. 

Assemblies 

WHAT IS LIFE LIKE IN THE NAZI-CONQUERED 
countries? was the question Mr. Miller answered in the 
Faculty News Committee assembly of January 20. After 
a short review of the week's war developments, he dis- 
cussed the physical hardships and mental oppression of 
the subjugated peoples, who, evidence shows, have not 
resigned themselves to the New Order. Their spirit is 
praiseworthy but a little postponed, he observed. Our 
nation, while it is still a nation, must turn all its efforts to 
fighting Hitler. The time has come to give up some of 
the unessentials on which we spend time and energy. 



MR. MOSER, ON JANUARY 13, SUMMARIZED THE 
action in the war theatres that week. We notice more and 
more the value of these News Committee Assemblies, 
which make the war graphic with maps and charts, and 
literally compel students to know what is going on. The 
faculty can be proud of their contribution to the general 
State Teachers intelligence — but we look forward to com- 
ing assemblies when students will take over this service. 



DR. WALTHER WOUND UP THE SERIES OF 
faculty news talks on February 10 with a dearly-put, 
careful analysis of the war's progress in the Far East, 
the Mediterranean and the Atlantic. Characteristically, 
he ended his comments with a slogan for knitters — 
"Remember, Purl Harder!" 

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Green Spring Dairy 24 

The Hirshberg Company 24 

Hochschild, Kohn & Co 24 

Hutzler Brothers Co 20 

The Knitting Needle 21 

Mace Produce Company 23 

Maryland Hotel Supply Company 22 

Mason's Service Station 22 

The Second National Bank of Towson 21 

Stewart's Personal Service 22 

The Towson National Bank 22 

The Towson Theater 21 

The John Trockenbrot Company 23 




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Senior Impressions 

THINGS I LIKE 
Dr. Crabtree's shoes. 
Margaret Carter's poems. 
Mr. Millar's voice. 
Elective courses. 
Friday afternoon. 
The girls who have gotten their E.O.M. degrees (Ex- 

old-maid). 
Mr. Lembach's little black smock. 
Bowling for gym. 
Mrs. Stapleton's reading of Keats. 
Variation of theme in Mr. Walter's courses (I knew him 

when . . .). 
The organization of Miss Knipp's courses. 
Shores' remarks in house-meetings. 

THINGS I LIKE— TO DO WITHOUT 

Fifty per cent of the dames in the Senior English Elective. 

The Tower clock striking seven. 

The "receiving line" at dances. 

Candy wrappers in the "fire-fighters' " sand buckets. 

Grabbing seats for a new course. 

Individual voice tests. 

Student teachers' incessant stories of little Billy. 

Four o'clock classes. 

Dr. F. Dowell's history questions. 

Long cotton stockings on legs that don't belong to 

Dietrich. 
Ants in the dorm. 
Stew in any form. 



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TOWER LIGHT 



SPORTS 



Cagers in Action 



Spring Program 



The night, January 23rd. The scene. State Teachers 
College. The action, a "heartbreaker." No, Casey has 
not struck out. The basketball squad has just had a victory 
dusted off and put into someone else's pocket. In the last 
half of an action-packed thrilling game, Gallaudet has 
battled its way to a 42-37 decision over Towson. 

We said that this Teachers club was good, and even in 
defeat, the statement holds good. Against a big, seasoned 
team, the men came through with some tough resistance. 
With only a few reserves, they started out under a handi- 
cap. Against a strong squad like Gallaudet's, reserve 
power is essential to "hold that line" for forty grueling 
minutes of basketball. To prove that State Teachers 
College was hard pressed, two men played the entire 
forty minutes. And that is no light assignment. 

Even so, Towson led at half time. Its defense was good. 
Teamwork was clicking. In the second half, Gallaudet 
pulled ahead and carried off the ball game — but they 
weren't sure until the last gun sounded. 

Bob Cox, former All-Maryland man, witnessed the 
match and said this year's S. T. C. team is one of the best 
he has seen. We think that the teams Towson has played 
and will play will back him up on that. 

Looking at the schedule, we see that Towson has four 
more games. Strong Catholic University is the first and 
most formidable. Westminster, Hopkins and Blue Ridge 
finish the program. See these games if you're interested 
in hard-fought, fast, fine playing (and maybe in a Towson 
victory). 



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The busy basketball players of S.T.C. are recuperating 
after a strenuous season. We girls worked hard this year, 
and it wasn't our fault that our opponents could walk 
off the floor without the support of a stretcher (carried by 
two drivers). However, the practices were really very 
good, and we discovered that we really have some pep 
left (the accelerated program had not started then). 

There will soon be another chance to sign up for the 
next electives, so come out for a lot of fun. Anyone may 
come, and everyone needs the exercise. Keep fit! Every- 
body's doing it! 

Have you forgotten that the Student Council has a lot 
of badminton equipment just waiting for you to try out? 
You may sign up for a court and have the equipment dur- 
ing any of your free periods or after school. Get your 
practice early before the spring rush begins. 

All the girls of the college will show you their many 
abilities on Girls' Demonstration Night — Thursday, 
March the 12th. The feminine sex is putting its all 
into the preparations for this night. Competition runs 
high, excitement runs your blood pressure up, and noise 
runs all timid souls home. The girls of each class do 
stunts which have been told to everybody else in the 
utmost secrecy weeks ahead of time. Then different 
groups compete in games and dances. After heated dis- 
cussion among the judges (each year it is harder than the 
last to decide), the winning class is announced. As soon 
as the winners have all their hair pulled out, class songs 
and Alma Mater are sung. Girls' Demonstration is some- 
thing you don't want to miss. 



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PLATE 
INVENTORY 

Best Record Buys: 

Since the war there has been quite an inflation of 
patriotic numbers. Some are good. Sammye Kaye's "Re- 
member Peal Harbor" is a marching inspiration and you'll 
remember! On the other side is a melancholy "Dear Mom" 
— of the brotherly-love type. "He's 1-A In The Army" 
is most popularly done with "Having a Lonely Time" by 
the 4 King Sisters. Neat except for a yodel of about two 
measures; Charlie Robison's "The Dirty Little Japs" is 
funny — need more be said? An old number "We're All 
Americans" is being dusted off by Dick Todd and Kate 
Smith. Oh yes, and while I'm thinking of this kind, there 
is a fairly good one — "We Did It Before And We'll Do It 
Again." I heard it recorded by a choir of men, but whose? 

Plenty Potent 

"Blues In The Night"— "What is it? The song? The 
words? The tune? The singer? Glenn Miller's is the 
smoothest. Artie Shaw and Charlie Barnett try to sweeten 
it up with a come hither arrangement. Bea Wain's is 
almost a "Deep Purple." 

T. D.'s "This Love of Mine" is tops — A-1, 1-A, 4.0, 
everything. But then could we be partial to Frank 
Sinatra? "Embraceable You" is worth trying with either 
Jimmy or Tommy. 

"The White Cliffs of Dover" is smooth. Whose is the 
best? 

"Why Don't We Do This More Often" is almost worn 
out. Freddy Martin's especially. 

Listen for: 

I Think of You 
Jealous — Andrew Sisters 
Moonlight Cocktails — G. M. 
A String of Pearls— G. M. 
Autumn Noctum 

Predictable Populars 

Angels of Mercy 
We'll Meet Again 
Now and Forever 

That is all for this time. Which ones do you like? 
Drop me a line and a record and I'll wiggle my toes, 
tune-up my ears and swing it out. 

P. S. Just heard Bea Wain's "¥Jss the Boys Goodbye." 
It sounded like a super suggestion, so I am off. 

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HOW TO KILL THE TOWER LIGHT 

Lesson No. 1. If you are on the staff don't come to the 
meetings. If you feel you must come, come late. 

Lesson No. 2. If you should happen to attend a meeting, 
disagree and find fault with all suggestions. Offer none 
of your own and avoid being criticized non-belligerently. 

Lesson No. 3. Never, never, never accept any responsi- 
bility as it is much easier to condemn than to do the 
work yourself. However, you must get sore if you 
aren't asked for work because people might forget you 
have latent possibilities. This is bad. You might de- 
velop an inferiority complex. 

Lesson No. 4. If approached by a reporter and asked for 
your opinion on the accelerated program, year book 
plans, healthy living, knee length socks, etc., say, 
"I have none." After this has been published swear 
you were misquoted and tell everyone what you think. 

Lesson No. 5- When the same people continually, will- 
ingly, unselfishly give of their time and talents to help 
make the Tower Light a success, growl that said T. 
L. is published by an unapproachable clique that won't 
accept your kind of stuff. 

Lesson No. 6. If the publication does not call attention 
to the unpleasant habits of other students, say that 
nothing will ever be done because even student-run 
organizations are behind the times. If it should step 
on your toes, call it biased. 

Lesson No. 7. If a merchant should ask you about ad- 
vertising in the Tower Light try to discourage him. 
Tell him nobody reads the Tower Light. Tell him 
we don't want ads. Tell him anything. But don't take 
his ad! 

Lesson No. 8. At this point resolve to be supernice to the 
Staff. Show no partiality because the event is T. L. 
sponsored — make the date your red-letter evening to 
stay at home — doing your nails, chewing bubble gum 
and reading illiterate literature. It's the T. L. dance! 

Lesson No. 9. If you notice any improvements like non- 
glare paper or a new cover or something don't coment 
on it. This will make the staff less sure of itself and 
help to break down its morale. During the present 
situation it is especially helpful to break down morale. 

Lesson No. 10. Never show an outsider a copy of the 
TovTOR Light. To do so might arouse interest in the 
school; and this might increase enrollment; and this 
would increase the graduates; and this in turn would 
lower your chance for social security. 

What's That Again ? 

Then there was the man who said that children today 
are being spoiled by this new-fangled Digressive Educa- 
tion. 

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Alumni Dates and Data 

Wedding bells are ringing for: 
Ruth Benjamin and Bernard Siegal. 
Virginia Clark Burgan and Ensign Douglas Frank 

Gutzman, U.S.N.R. 
Elizabeth Anne Wells and Lieut. De Lancy Rochester 

Ober. 
Shirley Silver and Sidney Cohen. 
Shirley Flegman and Morris Carliner. 
Mildred Lambert and Norman Tweed. 
Magadelene Spear and Theodore Woronka. 
Frances Jones and Victor Morgenroth. 
Shirley Greenberg to Samuel Miller. 
Mildred Snyder to William Stansbury. 
Wedding bells will soon ring. The following engage- 
ments have been announced. 

Cornelia Haile Galbreath to Ralph Wiley Sloan. 
Mary Lula Brashears to Charles A. Howard. 
Gwendolyn Sadler to Lieutenant John H. Partridge, 

U.S.M.C. 
Patricia Callahan to William Walsch, U.S.A. 



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THE TOWH LIGHT 




Veil lime XV, Number 6 



c.._;j£a Tiiiah** 






March 1942 



WHAT! A glri training men 
to fly for Uncle Sam ? 

THE name is Lennox-Peggy Lennox. She's blonde. She's pretty. 
She may not look the part of a trainer of fighting men, but— 
She is one of the few women pilots qualified to give instruction 
in the CAA flight training program. And the records at Randolph 
and Pensacola of the men who learned to fly from Peggy show she's 
doing a man-sized job of it. She's turned out pilots for the Army . . . 
for the Navy. Peggy is loyal to both arms of the service. Her only 
favorite is the favorite in every branch of the service— Camel ciga- 
rettes. She says: "It's always Camels with me— they're milder." 



FLYING INSTRUCTOR 

PEGGY LENNOX SAYS: 

"this is the 
cigarette for me. 

EXTRA MILD- 

AND there's 

something so 
cheering about 
camel's 
GRAND 

FLAVOR" 



• "Extra mild," says Peggy Lennox. 
"Less nicotine in the smoke," adds the 
student, as they talk it over — over 
Camels in the pilot room above. 

Yes, there is less nicotine in the 
smoke of slower-burning Camels . . . 
extra mildness . . . but that alone doesn't 



tell you why, with smokers in the 
service ... in private life, as well . . . 
Camels are preferred. 

No, there's something else... some- 
thing more. Call it flavor, call it plea- 
sure, call it what you will, you'll find 
it only in Camels. You'll like it! 




Don't let those eyes and that smile fool 
you. When this young lady starts talk- 
ing airplanes— and -what it takes to fly 
'em— brother, you'd listen, too . . . just 
like these students above. 




She may call you by your first name 
now and then, but when she calls you 
up for that final check flight," you'd 
better know your loops mside aniout. 
It s striLtly regulation with her. 



Yes, and with Instiuctor Peggy Lennox, 
it's strictly Camels, too. "Mildness is a 
rule with me," she explains. "That 
means slower-burning Camels. There's 
less nicotine in the smoke." 



The smoke of slower-burning Camels contains 

2r LESS NICOTINE 

than the average of the 4 other largest-selling 

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CONTENTS 



Editorials .... 


. 1,2 


Talk of the Campus 


. 3 


Deliberations on Compensations 


. 4 


Electives .... 


4 


The Pen That Riles the World 


. 5 


Calendar of Events 


. 5 


LiDA Lee Tall 


. 6 


Glimpses of the Golden West 


. 8 


Someone New Has Been Added 


. 8 


What Is Your Success Rating? 


. . 9 


Demonstration Night — 1942 . 


. 10 


Poetry ..... 


. 11 


Open Forum .... 


. 12 


Books ..... 


13, 14 


Blitzed By a Blizzard 


. 14 


Things We'd Like to Mail 


. 15 


News From Camp 


. 16 


On What Sherman Called War 


. 18 


College News 


. 19 


Index to Advertisers 


. 20 


Our Town .... 


. 21 


Plate Inventory 


. 22 


Vanishing Delicacy 


. 23 


Advertisements 


20-24 


Cover Cut .... 


Audrey Pratnschufer 



Divided We Fall 



We are a group of average people working together 
here at S. T. C, and as such, perhaps we are typical of 
many more such groups all over our country. If we 
are typical, then God help our country. Why? Because 
we are collectively nothing more than sniveling, apa- 
thetic, moral cowards. 

Our country is at war. So what? That is the attitude 
of at least four-fifths of this college. What more convinc- 
ing proof than the result of the Red Cross drive here? 
It's George's war, our attitude says. Must we wait to be 
wakened from our lethargy by a direct experience with 
the horrors of war? Do we have to see with our own eyes 
the body of someone close to us torn limb from limb? 
Is it necessary to feel with our hands and see with our 
own eyes, as did Thomas, to be convinced there is a war? 

Start a discussion of the problems of the May Court 
and a heated cross-floor argument is provoked, as was 
evidenced at a recent student council meeting. But how 
much discussion was brought on by Mr. Astrin's state- 
ment of our Red Cross failure? None whatsoever! 

Towson has good reason to be thoroughly ashamed 
of the placid blindness of its present student body. 



THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly pubUca- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 



Enrollment Committee 



WE SEE by the proof-sheets of this issue that the faculty has formed a com- 
mittee to sell the idea of a teaching career to high school seniors, and so 
stimulate enrollment next year. Many students cannot see the reason for this fuss 
about enrollment. They tell us the future is too uncertain to warrant preparation for 
such a long-term career as teaching. Moreover, they say, young people want to do 
real work in the national emergency, and it is foolish and downright unpatriotic 
to divert them from essential defense jobs to the far less urgent task of school teaching. 

Such evaluations are to be expected today, of course. Not long ago, the teacher 
was considered the mainstay of our democratic way of life . . . the "hope of the 
future." He stood between us and our most formidable enemy, the dictators' whee- 
dling ideologies. Now that we are dealing with a more forthright expression of the 
dictators' purposes, it is natural for us to think of a Bataan marine or a Bendix tool- 
welder as the "hope of the future." These are the boys who are turning out the goods 
in concrete form. 

Abstract attitudes, on the other hand, are the concern of the teacher. But atti- 
tudes are important. The people who deny it should look at the educational methods 
of the Nazi states, where are built up the most powerful attitudes on earth today. 
Don't think we can defeat the Nazis with arms along. Real victory, in war as in 
peace, is possible only if our purposes, our attitudes, are as clear and strong as theirs. 

Teaching is not a non-essential profession that can be dropped in wartime. Teach- 
ing is a job that will always have to be done, and done well. It isn't the most ex- 
citing job — or the easiest — or the best paid. Nevertheless, if the American people 
are to keep their foothold on the ladder of civilized living the supply of well-trained 
teachers must be maintained. It is the teachers colleges' duty to see that it is. 



Blackout - 1942 



BLACKOUT! One by one the lights of the town blinked out, on roads, in stores, 
in homes — everywhere. It gave me a queer stir inside to see so many lights go 
out all together so early in the evening. I soon realized, however, that somehow or 
other this blackout was not quite what I had imagined it would be — all deep, dis- 
mal dark everywhere. The countryside actually seemed to take on a new beauty as 
the lights vanished. So many things took on unexpected loveliness, loveliness which 
goes unnoticed when there are lights to attract the attention. The oak tree by my 
window made a gray outline against the sky. The rolling fields seemed to be suspended 
in a gray-gold mist. Near the stream a grove of trees stood gracefully, sedate and im- 
movable. I had not thought that it would be like this; the world was ««/ changed to 
a world of absolute darkness. Here was Nature's own great light, the moon, shining 
after the man-made lights had ceased to glow. Everywhere it was softening and 
blending forms in the landscape into an harmonious whole. The moon had been there 
all the time, but my light-dazzled eyes had failed to appreciate it. Bright lights have 
so long fascinated our eyes that they are often blind to the truer, more enduring beauty 
of Nature. — (Continued on page 14) 



THE STAFF 

EDITORS 

Patxicia Hexndoh 

Frances Shores 

Norma Kirckhopf 

Jean Connox 

BUSINESS MANAGERS 

Betty Carroll 
Virginia Blocher 

ADVERTISING 

Muriel Frames 
Wilma Smith 
Wanda Carter 

CIRCULATION 

Norma Gambrill 

Margaret Gunnells 

Dorothy Wellcr 

ART 

Audrey Praraschufer 

Marguerite Wilson 

Donald Merryraan 

Ralph Barren 

GENERAL LITERATURE 

Alma Lee Gott 
Alma McAvoy 

Margaret Zillmor 
Jeanette Ulrich 

Frances Robinson 
Mindelle Kann 
Arlene Peeples 
John McCauley 

MUSIC 

Ruth Maleson 

Jule Thompson 

Agnes Hicks 

POETRY 

Virginia Dorsey 
Warren Wendler 

ATHLETICS 

Johnny Horst 

FASHIONS 

Ellen Elste 
Shirley Hicks 

COLLEGE EVENTS 

Fredrica Biedermann 

Inez Schultz 

Mary Jane Burdette 

Helen Pross 

Katherine Decker 

BOOKS 

Mary Di Peppi 
Katherine Swain 
Ruth McCarty 
Dorothy Kapp 

POLICY BOARD 

Dr. Ruth Lynch, Chairman 
Miss Margaret Barkley 

Miss Pearle Blood 
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TOWER LIGHT 



I The Talk 

I of 

ithe Campus 



THE TOWER LIGHT HAS DECIDED THAT ITS BEST 
bets on new advertisers are preachers and jewelry stores 
which specialize in wedding bands. The seniors are 
taking the initiative in the new enterprise. The latest 
refugees are Marjorie Linkous, lona Claytor, and Min- 
delle Kann. (The two senior editors of the Tower Light 
are ever hopeful.) 



A nVE-POUND BAG OF SUGAR TO BRANDFORD 
P. along with one retreaded tire for his "Oscar-ish" 
performance in the local rendition of "Our Town." 



and hash over student teaching. Bilateral lingual flaps 
go so fast and furiously that the innocent bystander is in 
danger of wind burn. We wonder whose ears are blushing. 



TRENTON CAME TO TOWSON THIS WEEK IN THE 
form of two fair ladies from the State Teachers College 
there. The names of the fair ladies are Nancy Stuart and 
Betty Polhemus. Both of them are seniors. Before their 
arrival the student body was reminded by Mr. Astrin to 
be on our good behavior. We hope we get an A in de- 
portment. 



THE OFFICE OF THIS VENERABLE PUBLICATION 
is becoming known as the refuge of reprobates. We have 
heard by word of mouth that those who gather within 
its walls have settled most of the world's major problems 
and mapped out the spring offensive on both fronts. 
When asked why a supper club wasn't started, they 
(mostly profligate seniors) said they wouldn't want to 
ruin any soul's appetite. 



IN A CENTURY OR SO FROM NOW ONE CAN 
expect to see the progressive educators using the "new" 
John Edward Koontz, Jr., Speller for Intermediate 
Grades. We hear that the T. L.'s former red-headed 
business manager and woman charmer did a Franklin P. 
Adams on a radio spelling bee while representing the 
guardians of Davy Jones' locker. We are still wondering 
how his team won. 



THE TOWER LIGHT WISHES TO MAKE A RETRAC- 
tion concerning Compton Crook's cow catcher. It has 
been noted that the dangling edges are trimmed. 



FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES OF FUN, ASK ADA LEVINE 
to "do Pell" for you. And if you suddenly hear Seniors 
1 and 2 lapse into a foreign language sounding like "Ee 
don' have no philosophy book — Ee couldn't unnerstan 
it if Ee saw one," don't worry; they're just tuning up on 
Miss Levine's dialect. 



THE WILDEST TWO HOURS OF THE WHOLE WEEK 
are from 2 to 4 on Mondays when the Juniors come back 

MARCH • 1942 



THE FIRST FLOCK OF JUNIORS WHO WENT 
student teaching are about to return and we shall warmly 
welcome their merry mugs. May we wish those who are 
coming after all that is required. 



MRS. PAULINE D. SMITH HAS TAKEN OVER MR. 
Lembach's work. Mrs. Smith has taught here before so 
she took over like a veteran. Mrs. Smith is reputed to be 
an ace at decorations so with the not too remote senior 
prom she had better hibernate. 



VOGUE IS CURRENTLY FEATURING THE PEG TOP 
shirt as being the latest thing in style, destined to win 
the old-fashioned hearts of old-fashioned soldiers. Per- 
sonally, we think they look as if they were designed be- 
tween shots of quinine and arsenic, by a fugitive from a 
strait-jacket. But, to the bolder and more courageous 
of our females, more power to you and happy pegging. 



CURRENT SPECULATION AS TO THE CHOICE FOR 
May king is hitting a fevered pitch. We have looked 
over the relics and find the choice limited to Bill Ackley 
and somebody else. Whaddya think? 



Deliberations 

On Compensations 

According to a research bulletin' of the National 
Education Association entitled Salaries of School Em- 
ployees, salaries of teachers should be in proportion to 
the size of the city. The median salary of elementary 
school classroom teachers in city groups of 100,000 per- 
sons and over is given as $2,217 a year. Yet, in Baltimore, 
a city of almost a million people, and a city which re- 
quires a bachelor's degree of its teachers, the average 
elementary schoolteacher's salary is from $1200 to $1350 
a year. Appalling as this comparison would be under 
normal conditions, it is almost unbelievable that it could 
exist at present with the standard of living so appreciably 
increased. 

From the standpoint of efficiency of the school, the 
teachers are by far the most important single factor 
determining the success of the school. The salary paid 
them must be adequate: (1) to meet the cost of com- 
fortable and decent living in the particular community 
at the particular time; (2) to insure faithful, well-pre- 
pared, poised, contented, enthusiastic teachers free from 
fear of economic calamity; (3) to permit them to engage 
in cultural and intellectual pursuits; (4) to attract to and 
hold in the system capable, efficient, and well-educated 
persons. 

Men teachers, of course, face the most acute salary 
problem. The large majority of teachers includes un- 
married women that can maintain themselves in comfort 
at a relatively lower salary than that required for a man 
and his family. "Theoretically there is no reason why 
workers of the two sexes who have had the same training 
and experience and are doing the same work should not 
receive equal pay; but men, who normally assume family 
responsibilities, require larger salaries. If they cannot 
obtain adequate salaries in teaching, they are likely to 
choose other occupations, leaving only the least efficient 
men in the profession."'^ I heartily believe in equal pay 
legislation, but it must certainly be accompanied by a 
system of family allowances. 

Then again, there must be more careful regulation of 
the number of students entering teacher training in- 
stitutions so that at all times the supply will slightly 
exceed the demand. When the supply of trained and quali- 
fied teachers is above the demand, vacancies should be 
filled by the more experienced and better-educated of the 
applicants. 



The taxpayers want the best for their children. It is 
not these people we have to enlighten — it is the Balti- 
more Public School System, that has been able to horn- 
swoggle its faithful teachers with talk and more talk 
of "non-material compensation." That's all right as far 
as it goes; but with so many attractive and substantial 
positions in other fields, the little red schoolhouse cannot 
much longer continue to stand on little green salaries. 

— John McCauley. 



On Electives 



1 Research Bulletin, Vol. 17, No. 2, March 1939. Washington, D. C. 
* Mort and Reusser, PiiMic School Finance, McGraw Hill Co., New 
York. 1941. 



At long last, my friends, our beloved alma mater 
emerges as a true college, functioning in all its status 
quo and what have you. To substantiate this statement, 
we wish to refer you specifically to the senior electives. 
Of course, there are those who may be inclined to quibble 
over the use of the word "elective." Some naive people 
believe electives are courses students may choose to take 
or not to take as their whimsical fancy chooses. We 
seniors know this view to be archaic. To us, an elective 
is a course we select, with slight administrative pressure, 
from a wide range of three offered us. The system is 
comparable to offering a man condemned to die whether 
he prefers death by hanging, drowning, or shooting. 
Anyway you look at it, he's a goner. Of course, the 
subjects offered are all so extremely appealing that we 
are not dismayed by the small field of choice. 

Since we have heard disparaging remarks re the triad 
of art, gym, and music, let us consider what each has to 
offer us. We have been told, on good authority, we can 
always find good points in everything. First, the music 
elective. Towson at last offers "advanced" music. Who 
can deny the cultural advantage such a course offers as 
arrayed against a course with the child as the pivot of 
discussion? Need more be said? Next, the art elective. 
Here we have "advanced" art, or, as one instructor 
labels it — BIG art. "Big" art, for the information of 
the laic element of the college, is work one does, for 
some reason, with the hands, on some one big project 
for an extended period of a term or two. Again, you 
needn't worry about the boresome child. You are learning 
to do "big" art yourself. Who knows but that our 
inmates may receive B.A.'s within a few years instead of 
the lowly B.S., with the cultural proponents we have? 
Ah, but then enters the subversive element of the gym 
elective which presumes, mind you, to use its catalogue 
name as the theme of the subject matter of the course. 
No more need to be said for this. 

To any underclassmen who have reached this point 
in their reading, the moral of our tale is: don't be fooled 

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by the names of the elective courses offered, or should 
we say thrust upon, you next year. They are merely 
misnomers. 



The Pen That 
Riles The World 



We may classify all living things as being either beast, 
bird, or author. The first two have something on the last, 
however, for they are human; while most often, an 
author is a cross between a misanthrope, a starving wolf- 
hound, and an opium dealer. Nevertheless, I am not 
condemning authors, but merely presenting an un- 
abridged opinion of that class of people partial to the 
ink bottle, the feather pen, and the fiction farce. 

Away back thar in the dim past, when a man was a 
man and women still sat on streetcars, a book consisted 
of a sweet damsel in sore straits, boned corsets and tearful 
eye; of a hero who possessed a heart, a watch and a 
conscience of Ft. Knox eagles; and of a villain who got 
his just deserts in the final chapter. All were definitely 
one type or another; if you read in the first sentence that 
Bettina was a sweet young filly, you were reasonably 
sure that when you finished the tale, there wouldn't be 
one tiny spot or smudge on Bettina's soul. Steady also 
were the heroes: they were sure to confess their passion 
for hard candy on page 23, defy the villain on page 57, 
and rescue the heroine on page 98, while the sun went 
down in the distance with a thud, and the American 
eagle screamed from every rooftop. Stability — that's 
what it was. 

But now a book isn't a book unless a few of the 
leopards change spots in the midst of the tale. Just as 
sure as you have your heroine settled in a cozy home with 
the coat of arms hanging up over the hall table, the 
author ups and produces the fact that her cousin Timothy 
has two wooden legs and a counterfeiting machine, that 
her long lost brother clubbed a blind man to pieces on 
33rd Street, and that the golden ringlets on her noggin 
are directly traceable to a Marchand package. Or, after 
slaving for 947 pages to convince you of the super-charged 
lowness of Jimmy the Flip's character, the unpredictable 
writer will suddenly flaunt before your optics the situa- 
tion in which Jimmy t. F. saves an orphanage from a 
a bottle of castor oil at the risk of his own discomfort. 

Authors nowadays are entirely unpredictable. They 
use every base scheme possible to confuse you about the 
worth of their characters, and then leave you abruptly 
to worry for days as to whether Maybelline was really 

MARCH ■ 1942 



a leper turned stripteaser, or merely a charming hostess 
whose only vice was collecting Hobnail glassware. You 
can't depend on them for a complete ending; you can't 
depend on their brain kiddies to finish up with even the 
same names they started out with; the only thing you 
can count on is that somewhere, somehow the writer 
will confuse you horribly. The only difference I can see 
between some authors and the residents of Alcatraz or 
Devil's Island, is that the crimes of the latter group are 
happily recognized by the authorities. 



BLACKOUT 

So dark the night; the moon hut palely shone; 
An air of hushed expectancy prevailed. 
While all reviewed the rules that must not jail — 
Don't smoke, don't light a cigarette, don't phone. 

Then one by one the lights went out and dark 
Encompassed all the town, as streets greiv bare. 
There was a certain mystery in the air 
That overshadowed realism stark. 

They say that there was beauty in the night. 
I would not knotv, in truth I saw it not. 
A flame inside my mind was burning hot. 
An unkind fate obliterated sight. 

You wonder why I rant and why I rave? 
Or why I waste the paper I should savel 
Then think upon the blow dealt ME by fate — 
A BLACKOUT AND NO DATE.' 



College Calendar 

March 20 — Men's Revue and Dance. 

March 26 — Student Representatives leave for New 
York trip. 

April 2 — Easter Recess begins at 1:00 p. m. 

End of the first half of the second 
semester. 

April 6 — Classes resumed. 

April 17 — Freshman Dance. 



Lida Lee Tall 



BT M. THERESA WIEDEFELD 



A CHAPTER in Maryland's educational history 
ended on February 21 with the death of Dr. Lida 
Lee Tall. It began in 1891 when, after graduating from 
the Western High School in Baltimore, she started her 
work as teacher in the Baltimore Schools. When the 
Baltimore Teachers Training School was organized she 
became a critic-teacher and in 1904 she joined the faculty 
as instructor in education, literature, and history. There 
a small group of women, of which she was one, under the 
leadership of Miss Sarah C. Brooks, developed a teacher 
training project which had far-reaching effects and which 
put into operation some of the most progressive educa- 
tional procedures of the time. Miss Tall often told that 
Miss Brooks was her great inspiration. 

I heard of her first when my friend Elizabeth G. went 
to the Teachers Training School. She became a great 
admirer of Miss Tall and I had to listen often as she sang 
the praises of this lady. I saw her first in 1907 when Mr. 
Cook, Superintendent of Schools in Baltimore County, 
invited her to work with the grammar grade teachers at 
the Two Weeks Institute held in September. I was a 
primary teacher and not in her class, but one morning 
at the end of the session I stood at the door of the senior 
study. There I saw Harriet, a teacher I knew, with a 
box of candy waiting and dancing about in joyful antici- 
pation. 

After a while Miss Tall appeared. She moved with 
rapid stride down the center aisle of the room and into 
the corridor. She was tall and slender. She had a large 
mop of red hair which she wore high on her head. Her 
blue eyes had a clear keen expression and her face was 
unlike any I had ever seen. She never did look like any- 
body else. She wore a long brown skirt and a white 
shirtwaist. She carried an armful of books and papers. 
She smiled graciously at us waiting at the door and 
hurried on to the faculty room while Harriet with her 
box of candy trotted behind. 

The following September, 1908, Mr. Cook appointed 
Miss Tall supervisor of grammar grades in the Baltimore 
County school system. Miss Isobel Davidson, the super- 
visor of primary grades, had been working in the county 
since her appointment in September, 1905- She had red 
hair too. These two red haired women made the most 
powerful team of supervisors which this State has 
known. I cannot think of them separately. Their names 
were spoken together for a period of eight years. Under 
the leadership of Mr. Cook they soon transformed a 



backward county school system into the outstanding 
county system in the nation. 

In 1911 1 was appointed assistant to the primary super- 
visor and Miss Carrie Richardson was appointed assistant 
to Miss Tall. It was then that I went to work in the same 
office with Miss Tall, where I saw a great deal of her. 
We had our office in the old Y. M. C. A. Building, at the 
corner of Charles and Saratoga Streets, then occupied by 
the Baltimore Business College. They rented us one large 
room for an office and shared with us the use of the audi- 
torium and the kitchen under the stairs, and loaned us 
their classrooms where we held teachers' meetings. Miss 
Richardson and I were kept busy. We kept the cupboards 
clean; we put up monthly exhibits of classroom work 
which the teachers sent us as samples of their achieve- 
ment; we set the tea table and helped to serve the teachers 
who came for conferences or meetings; we helped to 
conduct these meetings; we worked with teachers in 
their classrooms and taught demonstration lessons, 
hundreds of them. 

It was about this time that the work on the Baltimore 
County Course of Study was begun. Under the leadership 
of Miss Tall and Miss Davidson this course of study was 
developed by the teachers. It represents the first and one 
of the finest examples of educational supervision in which 
teachers were developed through active participation in 
curriculum construction. It was Mr. Cook's idea of super- 
vision and I have known few people who were as capable 
of this type of supervision as were these two women. 
Teachers were given opportunities for leadership and 
teachers' meetings were conducted by cooperative groups 
of teachers interested and capable along the same or 
similar lines, and teachers took the lead. The growth of 
the teachers and the changes which were made in the 
schools and the course of study which resulted became 
known throughout the country. Visitors came from all 
parts of the country to visit in the schoolrooms. 

Miss Tall was held in high esteem by her teachers, 
many of whom were inspired and helped to advance 
themselves to supervisory and administrative positions. 
She took an active part in all professional activities of 
the City and State. She was associate editor of the 
Atlantic Educational Journal, 1907-1911. She took the 
lead and with several other persons organized the 
Teachers College Club of Maryland. This club was active 
for several years and afforded opportunities for profes- 
sional association of Teachers College alumni. She was 

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one of the charter members of the Educational Society 
of Baltimore and participated actively in its programs. 

In the spring of 1913 Miss Tall had a leave of absence 
for study and went to Teachers College, Columbia Uni- 
versity, for the summer semester. It grieved me greatly 
to have her go. She had a gift for understanding the 
problems involved in human relationships and had 
helped me through several trying episodes. She called 
me "Anne" and I never knew why. She promised to tell 
me "some day" but I am still asking. 

During the summer of 1920 Mr. Cook left Baltimore 
County to become State Superintendent of the Maryland 
School System. Late in August of that same summer 
Dr. Henry S. West, then principal of the Towson Normal 
School, was appointed as Superintendent of Schools in 
Baltimore City. This resignation of Dr. West from the 
Normal School left to Mr. Cook his first important 
appointment. 

The State Board of Education wanted a man to fill the 
position and directed Mr. Cook to find the best man in 
the country for the job. He inquired among his friends 
at Teachers College, Columbia University, and was told 
that the best "man" for the job was one of his own 
people. Miss Lida Lee Tall. Miss Tall had just accepted 
the position as Assistant Superintendent of Schools in 
Des Moines, Iowa, where Dr. John W. Studebaker, now 
United States Commissioner of Education, was super- 
intendent, but she had not taken up her new duties there. 
Mr. Cook called her on the long distance telephone in 
New York to discuss with her the vacancy at Towson, 
and exchanged telegrams with Dr. Studebaker who 
agreed to release Miss Tall from her contract as Assistant 
Superintendent of Schools in Des Moines. I have heard 
Mr. Cook recall that telephone conversation on several 
occasions. I remember two things about it: first, it was 
a fifteen dollar call; and second, in the course of the con- 
versation he told her that "a house was furnished." 
Miss Tall took it to mean that there was "a furnished 
house." This misunderstanding gave rise to many good 
jokes which have been told recently concerning her 
moving to Towson. She had lived in an apartment on 
Hamilton Terrace, Baltimore, with her sister. Miss Cora 
Tall, and owned enough furniture to fill that apartment. 
Her friends. Miss Kate Tancill and Miss Carrie Richard- 
son, helped Miss Cora to move the furniture from Hamil- 
ton Terrace to Glen Esk, and they laughingly tell how 
they tried to spread the furniture through that big house. 
If a room had a chair they felt they could not waste 
another in the same room. 

The story of Miss Tali's administration as principal 
and president of this college was written by herself for 
"Seventy-five Years of Teacher Education" and is a 
story which every student of education should read. 

MARCH ■ 1942 



Those of us who survive her will long remember the 
dynamic force of her personality. The students whom 
she influenced during the eighteen years of her adminis- 
tration know the power of her leadership and the kindli- 
ness and graciousness with which she handled their 
problems. 

The State of Maryland has lost one of her most vital 
leaders. 

* * * 

The Sad Case of Marion, 
Who Wanted Glamor 

Once there was a girl named Marion and if there was one thing 

she knew it was this: 
That of all the things in the world she ivanted most to experience 

the bliss 
Of knowing that she was seductive and glamorous and full of 

allure 
And as charming as the next girl or -perhafs a hit more. 
Because she knew that if she were sufficiently lovely and 

glamorous. 
Why, sooner or later some desperate male would get amorous 
And amour would sooner or later lead to a married state 
And being a married lady ivas something that she could 

appreciate. 
M.arion set out to get lovely and siveet. 
And she put most uncomfortable shoes on her feet. 
And she combed her front hair in her eyes in a bang. 
And the back of her hair she just simply let hang. 
And with her hair in a neat drape, Marion went out 
And rolled her big eyes and attempted to pout. 
And one day when she felt like a really luscious dish, 
"Why," a boy said, "you look like a man named ¥iabibble, 

whose first name is Ishl" 
So Marion was sad and she worried a while 
But she soon had an idea that caused her to smile. 
Her plan was a-borning, was hatching already — 
Our Marion set out to imitate Hedy. 
So she combed back her bangs and developed an accent 
And walked with a drawl and exuded a sweet scent; 
And, on a day when Marion felt diviner than diviner, 
"Why," a man said, "you remind me of my grocer s daughter, 

Maud Grausheimer!' ' 
Well, Marion was mad, but she didn't stop trying; 
She wasn't the type who would waste time in crying. 
She tried out new hair styles and walked in new ways. 
She kept right on trying, and days piled on days. 
And one day Marion knew that no one would ever amour her. 
Because plainly no man would exert himself to adore her. 
So she said, "After all — is glamor better than knowledge^" 
And she gave up and enrolled at State Teachers College. 

— Margaret Carter. 



Glimpses of the 
Golden West 

California Magic 

Did you know six months could pass before your eyes 
in one afternoon? I didn't either until I started to wear 
the magic spectacles of a traveller. You can't travel just 
anywhere at all and expect to be blessed with this magic 
vision. You must go to the borderline between Nevada 
and California. Now jump on a train at noontime and 
start looking with both eyes. 

You will see high mountain ranges rising far into the 
sky. These mountains are covered with the most in- 
credibly white snow you can imagine. You will swear 
that the slopes are covered with a million mirrors piled 
fourteen feet deep. 

And the trees — they are fitting subjects for these kingly 
mountains. They are etched sharp and tall against a 
cobalt sky, or silhouetted in black against a white 
mountain. Even the smallest seedling pines valiantly 
bear their burden of newly fallen snow. Some of them are 
almost completely hidden by the deep blanket of snow. 

If you are lucky, you will see skiers skimming down 
the mountains like swift birds. Their bright suits make 
gay patches of color as they dart in and out through the 
trees. The skiers on the very top look like ants crawling 
on a lump of sugar. 

You will live in this snowbound world for several 
hours, but soon the snow grows thinner and thinner. 
(Winter is losing its sway.) Then bare spots of ground 
appear. In about half an hour the snow has completely 
vanished and tender green grass has taken its place. 
Trees are budding and birds singing. 

A few minutes more and the trees are blossoming, re- 
minding you of old-fashioned ladies going to a party in 
gowns of pink and white. It's spring! 

In another hour you will want to shout for joy. The 
flowers are blooming and the landscape is entirely 
covered with a green carpet. Palm trees lend their beauty 
to the already smiling land. Summer has arrived, close 
on the heels of spring. When you step off the train, the 
sun is just setting in a blaze of color. Impossible! You 
have lived through six months in six hours I 

What I'll Remember About California 

Snow-covered mountains . . . palm trees . . . incredi- 
bly green grass . . . that soft sea air . . . the deceptively 
calm Pacific . . . the hills around San Francisco . . . 
movie stars . . . olive trees . . . orange and lemon groves 
. . . Chinatown . . . redwoods . . . the Convocation of 

8 



Kappa Delta Pi . . . soldiers and sailors everywhere . . . 
Mexicans . . . Fisherman's Wharf . . . Alcatraz . . . 
the Golden Gate Bridge . . . the shelling of Santa 
Barbara. 

— Dorothy Shinham. 

Editor's Note: Miss Shinham has just returned from San 
Francisco, where she represented the college at the Kappa 
Delta Pi Annual Convention. 



Someone New 
Has Been Added 

If you are wondering 

Who is that very friendly looking person frequently 
seen on the top floor of the Administration Building 
(especially in Room 214); 

If you are trying to figure out 

Why Lucien Peters et al. are running around scream- 
ing, "But (x + y) (x — y) = x^— y^!;" 

If you are perplexed 

By the appearance of the blackboards in Room 214; 
which, by the way, look like the above; 

And, if you found yourself staring at a Senior 

Who was asking why it was foolish for John to try 
to get his trousers on by pulling them over his head, 
just because his feet were too big, PERHAPS WE CAN 
HELP YOU. 

First of all, the very friendly looking person with blue 
eyes (and incidentally, a liking for light blue clothes) is 
Miss Knipp. 

Secondly, the state of Lucien Peters and the blackboards 
in Room 214 are merely results of the new course in 
College Algebra which many of the Seniors have elected 
and found both interesting and challenging. 

Thirdly, the poor Senior about whom you must be 
worrying is merely discussing part of a Binet Test on 
"Absurdities." 

You see, we have a new member of the faculty. Miss 
Knipp who is teaching psychology, tests and measure- 
ments, and college algebra. 

Now that we have solved your perplexities we know 
that you would like to know more about Miss Knipp. 

Miss Knipp received her bachelor's degree from 
Goucher College and her master's degree from Cornell 

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University. At present, she is working for her doctor's 
degree at Johns Hopkins University. 

She has taught in the Baltimore City high schools and 
at the Alabama College for Women. 

Starting in February 1934, Miss Knipp was the assist- 
ant-director and later, director, of the Junior College 
Evening Course offered to Baltimoreans at the Forest 
Park and Douglass High Schools. 

Recently Miss Knipp has been connected with the 
Baltimore Public Schools through the Department of 
Aptitude Testing and the Department of Special Educa- 
tion as a psychometrist. 

When asked how she liked teaching in our college. 
Miss Knipp remarked that she really feels quite at home 
because of her acquaintance with alumni and with many 
of the faculty including Dr. Wiedefeld, Dr. Anita Dowell, 
Miss Brown, Miss Van Bibber, Miss Scarborough, and 
Dr. Walther. 

We want to say that we are glad you came. Miss 
Knipp! 



What Is Your 
Success Rating? 

Taking for granted that we all want to be teachers, 
here is a way to find out what powers you have. How 
well-rounded is your personality? Check your results on 
page 10. What kind of teacher are you going to be? 



1. Is life as interesting in school as 
out? 

2. Do you keep a budget? 

3. Do you allow for "extras" in 
your budget? 

4. Do you save a certain amount of 
money regularly? 

5. Is your voice well-modulated and 
pleasing? 

6. Does your hair, regardless of 
style, have a well-brushed neat 
appearance? 

7. Do you carefully plan your ward- 
robe? 

8. Is your room kept orderly and 
attractive? 

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9. Are you always well-groomed?. . 

a. Men: Shoes polished, nails 
clean, tie straight, creased 
trousers, socks up, shirt spot- 
less. 

b. Women: Hose seams straight, 
slip not showing, well-kept 
nails, collars spotless, make- 
up fresh. 

10. If you lose at something can you 
be a good sport? 

11. Do most of your acquaintances 
speak in a warm friendly manner 
when they see you? 

12. Do you feel that you really want 
to teach school 

13- Do you take advantage of cul- 
tural entertainment? 

14. Do you want to get married and 
raise a family? 

15. Do you try to compliment where 
and when deserved? 

16. Do you get enough rest to have 
energy for both work and play? . 

17. Are you a good listener as well 
as a good conversationalist?. . . . 

18. Do you have friends among many 
types of people? 

19. Are you open minded to new 
ideas? 

20. Have you an interesting hobby?. 

21. Do you like to entertain? 

22. Do you admit that you have 
faults? 

23. Can you enjoy yourself when 
alone? 

24. Do you read a variety of books? . 

25- Are you sure of yourself in any 
social gathering? 

Total 



Add your checks in each column. Always count 3; 
usually, 2; and seldom, 1. Find your total and read your 
fate on page 10. 



What Is Your Success Rating ? 

25-40 — This is awful! What is on your mind? Don't let 
school get you down like this. Step out and have 
some fun. What if that girl who sits next to you 
does get a higher mark? They don't count for 
everything, you know. This is what makes old 
maids and grumpy bachelors. 

41-60 — You are a nice, average person; but, you'll never 
set the world on fire! Most of the world is like 
you. Exert some effort and make yourself sparkle. 
You can! 

61-75 — Congratulations! You should be a good teacher, 
one that STC can point to proudly and say, "We 
knew you had it in you." May everyone appre- 
ciate you, and good luck all the way! 



DEMONSTRATION 
NIGHT -1942 



Dances and Games 

International Dance Program would have been quite 
an appropriate name for the S. T. C. dance performance — 
England, Sweden, Russia, Ireland and good old America 
were represented in the folk dances which the classes exe- 
cuted skillfully and enthusiastically. The Russian Dance 
devised by the Juniors and perfected in gym period time 
seemed to make quite a hit. 

The Highland Fling, as danced by the Sophomores, 
gave the Juniors' Irish Lilt a run for its money. The 
Freshman "Olgas" performed the Swedish Klappdans 
and the Bleking as well as any native Swede ever could. 

Noise? Mr. Crook heard nothing — but saw all. How- 
ever, those unfortunate spectators who came without 
cotton for their ears can vouch for my statement that 
the cheering raised the roof. The class spirit was greater 
than it has been all year — and why not? The girls put all 
they had into those competitive games. 

The Sophomores deservingly carried off the laurels 
of first place in both Dodge Ball and Throw-and-Stoop 
Relay. Both games were close and the Sophomores played 
hard to gain the edge. They had to play two games to 
earn the Dodge Ball, with about a minute's rest. If you 
think that that's easy, ask one of the girls who played 
only one game. 

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The Freshmen clinched the first place in the Newcomb 
Tournament after a few minutes play. Some of the Fresh- 
man star players put unconquerable speed on the ball 
and though the Juniors and Sophs tried they were snowed 
under. Next year should bring some close scores on the 
judges' cards, so don't let Demonstration Night go the 
way of all the college social events. It's the one event in 
which practically the entire school participates (even 
the boys in the cheering), so hang on to it! 

(See page 10 for program.') 



Stunts 

Girls' Demonstration Night started off with a bang 
in the form of an air raid, put on as the Freshman stunt. 
The planes were spotted, all lights were put out, and the 
people were in safety areas when the bombers arrived. 
The Civilian Defense units, as well as the Red Cross, 
were on the job. The bombs were quickly destroyed and 
the people were well-cared for. It was conducted so well 
that Colonel Barrett and all College authorities would 
have given full approval. 

The Sophomores showed us what goes on in some of 
the College classes — and what went on. 

Early in the morning we saw a math class with pupils 
and instructor (guess who?) sitting around with flash- 
lights — effect of Eastern War Time. We also saw a music 
class and several other typical S. T. C. situations. The 
Sophomores did such a good job of their stunt that we 
recommend them to the underclassmen who might want 
some tips for future classroom conduct. 

Combining both the war and college activities, the 
Juniors gave us an idea of how the war has affected col- 
lege life. First we saw them as they used to be — happy- 
go-lucky, and strolling leisurely around. With the 
declaration of war, they became serious and rushed, 
could not find all of their credits, and had three gradua- 
tions in place of one. They also had a student teacher 
being "snoopervised," and had a fashion show of what 
the well-dressed college girl will wear this summer. The 
Junior stunt left no doubt in our minds about the effect 
of the war on their lives. 

The Seniors took us on the New York Trip. They (an 
overloaded Freshman, a Sophomore, a Junior, and an 
almost baggageless Senior) arrived on the New York 
Special, and were conducted around the city by a guide. 
They examined the Statue of Liberty, saw some modern 
art in the making, went to Chinatown, saw a play and 
went to the Cotton Club for more entertainment. Then 
they went back to the train, and started for home, weary 
and shoeless but very happy. This preview made us all 
want very much to go to New York this Spring. 

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A New Song** 



MARCH WIND 



SPRING 



Rough and rude 
And hlust'ry too, 
March wind makes 
His spring debut. 

Rough and rude 
He tangles hair 
And blows away 
All trace of care. 



She comes in verdure garbed, this maid called Spring. 

She brings with her those dreamy, idle hours. 

If she but lift a brow, the birds all sing. 

And Earth, enriched, awakens with bright flow' rs. 

At her command the trees bloom forth anew 

(For Spring's adept at practicing her wiles'). 

The skies reflect clear tones of brightest blue. 

The world is gay, and Mother Nature smiles. 

— Grayce Gaa. 



-Virginia Dorsey. 



A PRAYER 



I said one day 

Within my mind 

A simple prayer 

For all mankind 

God, grant that those who seek 

May find. 

I say each day 
Within my mind 
Another prayer 
For those who find: 
God, grant that they 
Be kind. 

— Virginia Dorsey. 



CONTENTMENT 



In solitude I spent a leisure hour. 
On soft green bank, 'neath a^ure sky so fair 
It seemed as though a fairy host were there. 
For Mother Nature held me in her power. 

The murm'ring stream flowed past me, on its way 
To distant sea from rocky mountain steep; 
Now gurgling gayly, now smooth and deep. 
No stone or rock its pathway could delay. 

A soft Spring breeze caressed me with a sigh; 
It lingered but a moment, then was gone. 
It disappeared like darkness at the dawn. 
And left a joy my heart could not deny. 

— Norma Bretall. 



n:RENGTH 

Spring has come 

Yet gloom and strife persist. 

The air is warm and sweet with her exciting perfume 

Yet hearts are hard and tears flow on. 

Has she not the power to lure her men from thoughts of blood 

and death — 
She with her garbs of earthy greens and heavenly blues? 
Can she not conquer the deadened spirits! 
Misery has been warred before. 

Is spring then effulgent enough to once again spread good willl 
Yes! Men need not fear — nor need they weep. 
For Spring has come. 

— R. S. 



MARCH 



1942 



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Open Forum 



Honor Resurrected 



To the Editors of the Tower Light : 

Those of you who have not as yet sung the obsequies 
of the so far non-existent honor system should not be 
floored by the article which appeared in the January 
1942 issue of this notable magazine. After all, the honor 
system committee has not surrendered. You will soon be 
furnished with the opportunity to understand what I 
mean, so do not say we did not forewarn you sufficiently 
prior to its enactment. 

The statistics in that article should not be taken too 
seriously. The vital concern is whether or not you will 
support the honor system — if and when we get it — an 
honor system that will not consist merely of "the absence 
of an instructor during the period of the exam." If 
your conception of an honor system has been restricted 
to the above definition or a similar one — BETTER 
BEGIN BROADENING, BROTHER! 

A Member of the Committee. 

On Kappa Delta Pi 

To the Editors of the Tower Light : 

For a long time some of us have been thinking that the 
field covered by Kappa Delta Pi is not broad enough to 
include all of the people whom we think should receive 
some type of recognition. 

As we see it, a high scholastic average is of primary 
importance in determining eligibility to K. D. P. Of 
course there are other elements involved but since they 
seem rather subjective we will not enumerate them. 
Many of the people who are live wires in class fail to be 
elected to Kappa Delta Pi because the digits on their 
report card don't hover in heaven. What can be done 
about these people? 

Many colleges have an honorary fraternity for people 
who are active in school organizations. We feel that 
those people are as entitled to recognition as anybody 
else. Perhaps, they don't need it because they are well- 
enough known as it is, but we feel that it is due them. 

Don't you think that it is a problem for the student 
body to consider? 
March 6, 1942 A Group of Seniors. 

Editor's Note: We do not feel intellectually adequate to 
comment on Kappa Delta Pi. However, we think that 
your idea isn't a bad one. We know that such a fra- 
ternity exists at Johns Hopkins. You might get some infor- 
mation from there. 

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Slightly Saccharine 

To the Editors of the Tower Light : 

Due to rationing and the changing values of the world, 
instead of "Orchids to you" I shall offer my equivalent 
"Sugar to you." Sugar to you editors for the February 
issue of the T. L. It was the best yet. The Seniors have 
waited four years for a live issue, and now their patience 
(shown by just sitting back and waiting) has been re- 
warded. 

"Sugar to you" too for the courage of your caustic 
remark, "Many thanks to the eleven people who wrote 
this issue." For four years I have heard dimly and from 
afar the cry of "Contribute to the T. L." — this time it 
struck home. Therefore it is with humble pen that I 
offer my congratulations for the past issue, and some 
"illiterature" for the next. 

Sincerely, 
March 6, 1942. — H. L. K. 

On Abstractions 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

It was with great interest that I read the clever playful 
cantos on abstract art appearing in the February 1942 
issue of the Tower Light. I hope others chuckled over 
it as much as I did. It was well done! 

Now I wish the author would stress the positive side 
of abstract art in cantos V,VI,andVII. The abstract in art 
is nothing new; modern art has simply placed a renewed 
emphasis on it. The compositions of Rembrandt and El 
Greco and some of the drawings of da Vinci are based on 
the abstract. That is, on simplified shapes and forms. In 
life today when we plan the position of a picture at home, 
the color of a room, the texture of a suit, or the disposi- 
tion of furniture in the parlor, we are working with 
elements as basically abstract as the line, shape, form 
and texture of a so-called "modern abstraction." 

When our imagination is stirred and seeks an avenue of 
expression, the abstract is used: music is a well-known 
example; then there are the "idea-filled" sketches of 
contemporary city planners. And what of Disney's great 
"Fantasia" — primarily abstract. 

A fond "hello" to the college I now miss so much. 
Washington, D. C. — Mr. Lembach. 

March 7, 1942. 

Editor's Note: Last month we printed a work of art in which 
Mr. Lembach was the motive. We received the above com- 
munication from him and wanted to share it with our 
reading public. 

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BOOKS 



Remaking America: by Jay Franklin, Houghton Mifflin, 
Boston, 1942. 

In these days when Congress is wondering whether the 
CCC shouldn't pack up its shovels and go home, and 
when you can't pick up a Sunpaper without wondering, 
yourself, if the NYA isn't a waste of money, a strong 
opinion on these progeny of the New Deal is apt to make 
interesting reading. Just such is Jay Franklin's Cham- 
pioning of the Roosevelt Administration's national re- 
covery measures. 

"Why they did it and how they did it" is his theme. 
He sketches in the condition of the American land and 
people in the early twentieth century, when the frontier 
had disappeared and free land was a legend . . . when 
miles of forests in Michigan had been slaughtered and the 
prairie's grass had been broken, and a land marvelously 
wealthy had lost much of its riches. The people too had 
lost certain valuables — such as the right to make a living 
and to be secure in old age. The reason for these things 
lies in the business system which had developed in the 
United States, in the large corporation which was kill- 
ing the free enterprise under which it had come into 
existence. 

The New Deal, says Mr. Franklin, saw that great 
changes would have to take place to straighten out the 
kink in our plan for democratic living. The ways by 
which problems were met were determined by their 
practicability, not by theory. To argue that they were 
startling to the settled businessman, that they stirred 
resentment which even Pearl Harbor and a united war 
effort didn't quite suppress, that they added overwhelm- 
ingly to the national debt is beside the point, for these 
measures achieved just the result for which the American 
people had been groping all these years, according to 
Mr. Franklin. Many people now have a measure of in- 
dividual security; conservation, water power develop- 
ment, education of adults and many other government 
services have begun to build up our partly-depleted nat- 
ural riches. The book ends on a resolute note to the 
effect that "in remaking America, ... we are remaking 
the American people into a different sort of race, a more 
durable and more vital civilization." 

Written with slightly colloquial eloquence to appeal 
to rather idealistic Americans (most of us qualify). 
Remaking America is still reassuring. Read it before you 
make up your mind about the NYA. 

MARCH . 1942 



Young Refugees 

Thank You Twice: by Caroline and Edward Bell, Har- 
court, Brace and Co., New York, 1941. 

"Americans like to be thanked lots of times and not 
just once. . . You can't lay the flattery and gratitude on 
too thick. They love it." That's the parting word of 
advice given to the refugee children from England to 
Canada and America. Consequently, Caroline and Ed- 
ward Bell, as small bundles from Britain, decide to say 
"Thank You Twice" so everyone will be sure they like 
America. 

These children of a war-torn world find a new and 
exciting America. After listening to their experiences, 
American adults suggest that the children write a book. 
Their comments on the American treatment of refugees 
are quite child-like and refreshing. The commonest fault 
is that "Americans let their kindness run away with them 
and want to maul and kiss you too much." Furthermore, 
"they like it themselves so they think other people 
must." Caroline and Eddie decide that their dislike of 
this is because the Bells "have always been a most un- 
touchable family, and don't even go in for affectionate 
pawing among ourselves." 

The most interesting thing about the book is that the 
exact words the children had to say on the various sub- 
jects have been taken down and later edited in book form. 
The account of their experiences begins in the "England 
Before" September 3, 1939 — a quiet place among old 
gray towers, green lawns, and pretty gardens. War comes 
— a queer war at first because nothing happens. Life goes 
on almost as usual after an energetic day or two blacking 
out windows. In April the children prepare to go to 
Canada. Then begins the "Hustle and Bustle" in "Sailing 
from England," and "The Voyage" to "A Very New 
World." The Bells find "An American Home" in Con- 
necticut with two Jewish refugees. The hosts are Roman 
Catholic, and the servant is Baptist, but on Sunday, 
members of the household attend a nearby Methodist 
church. The children think this must be what they heard 
people calling the American Melting Pot. 

Throughout the book there is a continuous comparison 
of life in England and life in America. The Bells are 
determined to remain English, and when they return to 
England, they will take with them what they love most 
and remember best about America — Christmas and the 
small lighted outdoor Christmas trees. "They make you 
feel that Americans don't want to keep their Christmas 
happiness just to themselves, but wish everyone to have 
part of it. That gives you a warm and happy feeling." 

— Ruth McCaxty. 

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Educating Aliens 



Our Constitution and Government, Federal Textbook on 
Citizenship, U. S. Dept. of Labor, Bureau of Immigration 
and Naturalization, prepared by Catheryn Seckler-Hud- 
son, Government Printing Office, Washington, 1940. 

This text is employed in the training of aliens who are 
candidates for citizenship. It is therefore important from 
the viewpoint of both citizenship and adult education. 
Professor Seckler-Hudson and the Immigration and Na- 
turalization Service have successfully performed the 
difficult task of producing a work which is comprehen- 
sive and accurate from the scholar's viewpoint and at 
the same time of practical use in training persons who 
have had relative little educational background and 
experience in the use of the English language. It is this 
aspect of the text in question that raises it to the rank of a 
successful pioneer enterprise in meeting the requirements 
of three diverse fields; political science, education and 
citizenship preparation. Valuable teaching aids utilized 
in this work are the remarkably clear charts and dia- 
grams and, at the end of each chapter, the simple and 
direct questions and the glossary of terms used. 

Education in the principles and procedures of American 
government and democracy of the five million aliens in 
our midst is a challenge to the educators and teachers of 
the United States. They would do their country and their 
profession a service by familiarizing themselves, if they 
have not already done so, with this text and with the 
Federal Citizenship Education Program in order that 
they may be able to direct and to participate in such 
activities in their local communities. 

— E. Foster Dowell. 



Blitzed By A Blizzard 

AT 2:00 p. m. Wednesday, February 18th, a convoy 
L of twelve vehicles consisting of peeps, half-trucks, 
and a lone six-by-six — the kitchen truck — were posed 
and ready to leave the Motor Park of the 66th Armored 
Field Artillery Battalion. We, the riders and members of 
Headquarters and C Batteries, were well aware that these 
vehicles were going to take us on a road march of 
approximately seventy-five miles and then to a bivouac 
area where we would spend the night. At 2:15 p. m. 
Lieutenant Hector, our Battery Commander, called us 
together to acquaint us with the nature of the march 
and the bivouac following. From this five minute talk 
we learned the route of march, what was expected of 
each of us, and that after our road march, we were to 

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bivouac under tactical conditions. More specifically, we 
learned that at 3:00 a. m. we would be attacked by 
guerrilla fighters of an infantry unit and by tanks from 
an armored regiment, and that after that planes from an 
observation unit would dive-bomb us with flour. 

These attacks alone would have been enough, but 
Dame Nature took a hand in the proceedings, with the 
result that the overnight trip became memorable. For 
this camp is Pine Camp, and Pine Camp is located in 
northern New York near Lake Ontario, and is the coldest 
United States Army camp. 

But now to what did happen ! Instead of our road march 
lasting four hours, it stretched to a painful six. Icy and 
snowy roads stalled us frequently. We ate at eight 
o'clock instead of six that night. But in spite of a delayed 
supper and in spite of the five or six inches of snow which 
covered the ground, we were all in high spirits. The 
night was not too cold — about twenty degrees above 
zero — and our supper of ham, potatoes, string beans, 
bread, butter, jam, cookies, and coffee had been good. 
We moved into bivouac area, deployed our vehicles, and 
camouflaged them as best we could in the absence of 
leaves and other forms of vegetation. At eleven-thirty 
arrangements were made for sounding the alarm and 
meeting the attack. Reconnaissance parties were sent 
out and guarding technique was established. Some of us 
decided to sit up in the vehicles and await the impending 
attack, and others decided to crawl into their bedrolls 
and sleep until their turn to be sentinel or until the attack 
would actually start. 

Six men rode in our half-truck during the road march. 
Heckel and Battaglia chose to sit up to await the attack; 
the driver, Deaner, put his bedroll on the hood of the 
car and crawled in; Broome cleared the snow from a 
space between two bushes, put down his bedroll and 
crawled in; Hagy and I removed the top from the vehicle 
and spread it over the snow near our half-truck, put 
down our bedrolls and crawled in too. At one-thirty 
in the morning we were awakened for instructions and 
were mildly alarmed to see a light snow falling. Back 
into our bedrolls we crawled, hoping to get a few hours 
of sleep. It was about five when I felt someone shaking 
my bedroll. I pushed my head out of the bedroll to be 
greeted by a howling snowstorm. Three inches of snow 
had drifted over Kolker, his bedroll and all his belong- 
ings. Hagy, waking at the same time, was greeted by 
the same conditions. Heckel and Battaglia, who had 
stayed awake, wanted to put the top on our half-truck — ■ 
the top which we had thrown on the snow-covered 
ground to give us added protection against the elements. 
Broome, who had chosen the space between two bushes 
as the best spot for his bedroll, was also completely 
covered with snow. The two bushes and he formed a 

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snow fence upon which a drift had formed. Battaglia 
only succeeded in finding him after prodding the sur- 
rounding snow-covered terrain with a rifle butt. Deaner, 
the driver, continued to sleep on his perch, still totally 
unaware that we had been blitzed by a blizzard. 

The real misery started at the rousing. The wind was 
blowing at about forty-five miles per hour and the snow 
continued to fall. Visibility was limited to about seventy- 
five feet. The temperature was approximately zero. The 
wind was polar. I searched frantically for my gloves. 
They weren't where I thought I had left them, and I had 
to start digging for them in the snow. Fingers began to 
numb; frantic searching replaced prodding. Still no 
gloves! Battaglia agreed to put his hands in his pockets 
while I continued my search with his gloves. The search 
proved successful. Morale rose! Operations continued! 
Bedrolls were sloppily assembled with snow forming the 
greater per cent of the weight; gas mask and gun belt 
were donned; snow was brushed from the cover. Then, 
with an ice-coated face, I acted as sentinel for a half-hour 
while Battaglia, Heckel, Broome, and Hagy put the top 
on the half-truck. I felt my nose. It had no feeling what- 
soever. 

At five forty-five, I was relieved as sentinel, and made 
my way into the half-truck and took my place. Two 
inches of snow covered the whole interior. We brushed 
it nonchalantly aside and sat down. 

At six the driver awoke and was startled, as we had 
been, by the snowstorm. By this time the wind had died 
and the snow was only falling lightly. At six-thirty we 
started up the motor of the half-truck, the sun came up, 
and the new day began. Hot coffee at seven was welcome. 
Digging-out operations followed. We arrived back in 
camp about ten-thirty, hungry as bears, sleepy, and still 
coated white. 

The attack by infantry, tanks and airplanes? Oh, yes, 
the attack! No — we weren't attacked by the enemy at all. 
Dame Nature's strategy of snow-camouflage completely 
fooled the other side! 

— Jerome Kolker, '40. 
(Technician of the Armored Field Artillery.^ 



Things We'd Like to Mail 

by The Pens That Kile The World 

Editor's Note: There was such a negative and -positive re- 
action to this column last month that we decided to keep 
it up to see who would be hanged first — you or us. 

Dear Selma: 

When Clif Fadiman resigns from the "New Yorker" 

MARCH • 1942 



we'll recommend you as his successor, providing you 
bring along your drama book and Mr. Millar. 
Dramatically yours, 

Lunt and Fontanne. 
Dear Charles Gross : 

The Romantic Age has declined since your departure 
from these walls. We hope that the girls in Alabama 
react accordingly. 

Lovingly yours, 

The Gals You Left Behind. 
Dear Richard (Dick, by special request) Cunningham: 

When they shave your head please send us a piece of 
the brush so we can hang it over the door of the Tower 
Light office as a relic of those brave souls who have gone 
before us. 

Towerlitically yours. 

What's Left of Us. 

Dear People Who Are Engaged or Hitched: 

Kindly stop flashing your rings around and screaming 
about your male — we are sick of hearing about your be- 
loved with every other breath you draw; please be con- 
siderate enough to realize that we do not think every 
little word he says is a gem of wisdom or humor. If we 
did, we'd have tried to trap him. From now on, make 
your motto "Silence is sugar and rubber" and quit 
torturing us ! 

Believe-us-we-mean-what-we-say, 

Ye Olde Maydes. 
Dear Dr. West: 

We are very sorry to hear that you have a game leg, 
as a result of damp weather. May we say that we know 
of several young ladies who would gladly massage it for 
you, for the very small reimbursement of one A in any 
project you choose. Isn't that a great inducement? 
Hopefully yours, 

The First Aiders. 
Dear Ellen : 

Art is a wonderful thing, isn't it? It's almost as potent 
as Science in the way it can make two people realize 
that they have things in common. When we leave, we'd 
like to donate a plaque to be put over the door to one 
art room, and one to be put over the door of the science 
office, both of them to read, "Enter to learn, go forth to 
love." Wonderingly, 

History Addicts. 
Dearest Bernard G. Phelps: 

You're red, white, and blue in our hearts. Your cheery 
words of greeting made us feel that our labors aren't in 
vain. However, we wish you would stay in the same 
place for a little while since you cause the circulation 
department many gray hairs. We'd love to see all of you 
too. Affectionately, 

The Recipients of Your Communique. 

IS 



NEWS FROM CAMP 



In many mailboxes here at State Teachers letters from 
students who have entered the army turn up regularly, 
reminding us that "the Sun do move," times do change, 
and that four years in Teachers College does not neces- 
sitate a career spent placidly within four classroom walls. 
And if we never before have observed that schoolteachers 
take well to soldiering, we do so now, as we give you this 
month's crop of letters. 

Private James G. Jett writes from Fort McClellan, 
Alabama, in crisp military idiom: 

"... This fort is on a plateau in the southern foothills 
of the Appalachian Mountains. Consequently, it is quite 
cold up here — especially in the morning when we turn 
out at 5:45- In our tents (we have no barracks to sleep 
in) fires must be made in the bitter cold of early morning. 
Then the Company is called out to stand reveille. Next 
we fall out, take our jackets off, and are then called back 
out (in our shirts) in the still cold morning. After exer- 
cises comes the soldier's delight — 'chow." When break- 
fast is over, the sun is just beginning to come up over the 
mountains. Then the day's work really begins, and we're 
on the go — drilling or on special details — until the sun 
goes down, beyond Birmingham, beyond the Mississippi, 
and beyond the great Rockies, far to the West. . . " 

GOO 

Creston Herold, who, like James, left only in January, 
writes of his newly-begun army training at Maxwell 
Field, also in Alabama: 

" . . . Life at Maxwell has been a grand lot of ex- 
periences. We young men are under the West Point 
system. Strict respect to one another and to military 
etiquette is our blueprint of life. As an underclassman, 
I lead a strictly according-to-code existence. I must 
address all superiors (including upperclassmen) as 'sir'; 
eat square meals; sit on only two inches of a chair; walk 
and march at exaggerated attention, and generally be 
the typical neophyte. Nevertheless, we all feel the true 
meaning behind all this, for as future officers we must 
meet the standards. Yes, this period is drawing to a 
quick close, for there are only four more days until I 
start primary training. In about five weeks we will start 

flying. . ." 

o o o 

The next letter takes us from Alabama to Arizona, 
where Isidore Sokolow, B.S. '37, finds himself on per- 
manent duty in the Guard House at Luke Field. (In the 
capacity of Acting Sergeant of the Military Police, we 
hasten to assure you.) 

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" . . .Of course, the contrast between a classroom and 
the Guard House is great. I find that I am able to adjust 
myself to the new environment, though. And one benefit 
I derived from being in the M. P. Department was a 
chance to go home. On December 28th I was assigned to 
escort a military prisoner back to his home station in 
Fort Bragg, North Carolina. After delivering the pris- 
oner, I was given the privilege of visiting Baltimore for 
24 hours. That was quite a break, since no one on our 
Field has been given a furlough since war was declared. 
You should have seen the expression on my mother's 
face when I walked in unannounced, wearing my .45 
automatic, with a 'billy-club' in my hand and a pair of 
handcuffs hanging from my belt . . . 

"Bill Podlich and I often get together in bull sessions 
and recall the good old days at Towson. We get a kick 
out of some of our Army experiences. Incidentally, the 
boys gently chide us at times for being so 'professional' 
in attitude. 

"Danny Austerlitz and Bernard Goldberg, two more 
of Towson's alumni, are out here. We could almost start 
a school of our own ..." 



How did it feel to change from civilian to service man? 
Benjamin Novey, writing from Camp Lee, Virginia, 
sketches those first few weeks in the army — with a 
soldier's grin, we guess, for his own green bewilderment. 

". . . On the never to be forgotten day of July 21, 
1941, I reported to my induction station at 7:00 a. m., 
and in short order I changed from a hard-working, 
pedantic school teacher to a member of the armed forces 
of the United States. That first day was probably the 
most difficult one that I have experienced so far .... 
Private Benjamin Novey found himself in a uniform and 
regimented as he had never been before. Then it was 
adjust or else — so I adjusted! 

"The first month I spent at Fort George G. Meade, 
working at the Reception Center. During this time I 
met Josh Wheeler, John Wheeler, Gene Rush and Jimmy 
Tear, all of us looking like water-soaked scarecrows 
escaped from a Baltimore County farm. But scarecrows 
soon dry out, and if you look at them long enough you 
get used to them. After the first few days, in spite of the 
ludicrous fit of our clothes, our appearance did not even 
occasion a humorous remark. That was the style, and 
we accepted it. In fact, the newer recruits in civilian 
clothes occasioned more comment than the uniformed 
men. . ." 

TOWER LIGHT 



up at Pine Camp, N. Y., Jerry Kolker, B.S. '40, is 
getting acquainted with a pair of government-issue skis: 

". . . Up here at Pine Camp the thermometer con- 
stantly hovers around (and below) zero. There has been 
snow on the ground since November. 

"We have been issued skis. Many of us had never seen 
them before, but after a week or two of falling and 
staggering, we caught on. Organized ski practices are 
held two afternoons a week, and we can use the skis 
whenever we wish — in our spare time. 

"... My job at present is at the Fire Direction Center, 
where I plot the path of the trajectories fired by the 105- 
millimeter guns of our battalion and assist in the co- 
ordination of fire. This work is mathematical in its 
nature, and most interesting. Algebra and Trigonometry 
are absolutely essential in firing. . ." 
o o 

From the snows of upstate New York, it's a long jump 
to Wichita Falls, Texas, where Solomon Cohen, B.S. '39, 
is stationed with the Air Corps. He describes the country, 
so different from Maryland : 

". . .1 suppose the most striking and unusual thing 
about this part of Dust Bowl Texas is its weather. There 
is an everlasting duel between wind, sun, rain, and dust. 
Sometimes the sun alone reigns supreme, and a warm, 
clear, sunny day prevails, such as we have at home in 
mid-June. Sometimes the wind and dust get together and 
try to out-do each other, and we, who are spending much 
time drilling and marching, wind up the day with a neat 
coat of dust on outer clothing and skin . . . 

"This section of Texas, near the Oklahoma border, is 

topographically flat or slightly rolling. Chief crops here, 

so far as I have been able to learn from conversations with 

boys living here, are winter wheat and cotton. I'm 

tempted to add oil, because more than once I saw oil 

pumps operating in the midst of pastures or wheat 

fields. . ." 

coo 

Jimmy O'Connor, '42, and Carville Lauenstein, '41, 
are stationed at Fort Knox. Whitey writes to Dr. West 
of his life in the Armored Infantry: 

"... Silence is present everywhere around here. All 
that one is able to hear from my tent is the wind rattling 
the canvas overhead. Yes, this tent life is probably all 
right in the summer but it's kind of tough now. When 
I jump out of bed in the morning, before I regain con- 
sciousness I believe that I'm at the North Pole. After I 
poke the stove several times, the fire begins to throw off 
some heat, though. 

"Since our return to the tent area, I've been handling 
the supplies of my company. It's a job that most fellows 
try to avoid. Just a few minutes ago the major called me 

MARCH • 1942 



in and told me that I'd be made a corporal and shortly a 
sergeant — the sergeant sent in my letter of recommenda- 
tion tonight. Until then, I remain a private— with hopes 
for the best! 

"Who is carrying on the 'Cox-Lauenstein Bird Banding 
Project?' Be sure you assign it to a worthwhile person. 
We'll drop back from time to time to check on that 
fortunate individual. 

"How's the defense program coming along? The men 
here are being paid to put diapers on lightning bugs 
during blackouts — ten dollars per night.* 

"How are the girls?. . ." 

o o 

Jimmy writes Dr. West from a Quartermaster outfit at 
Fort Knox: 

"... During the last week I have been doing clerical 
work — temporarily at least. My job consists of such 
things as writing up transfers of vehicles, tabulating re- 
sults of tool checks, etc. 

"I don't know where the Division is going, but I think 
we are going to move soon. All of the officers say that 
if and when we move we will not know where we will 
embark. 

"I've kept in touch with some of our S. T. C. boys. 
Charles Leef is still at Fort Knox. I met him in the library 
one night and he told me that he had a clerical job too. 
He seems pretty well contented, but says he is going 
through a toughening-up process. He was quite sore from 
sitting all day. . ." 



Charles Gross, B.S., '41, is at Craig Field, Alabama, 
as a cadet. 

"... Here on this field we're getting our basic mili- 
tary training prior to Primary Flight training. Next we 
hope to go to Maxwell Field. At present we're having 
swell meals and are being quartered in wonderful rooms. 

"Besides the American cadets on the field there are 
some British fliers. As a result there are planes taking off 
and landing all day and all night long. At first it kept 
us awake at night, but we are used to it now. 

"I managed to get to New Orleans while I was at 
Keesler Field, and it's easy to see why it's called the 
most interesting city in this country ..." 



So there you are — the latest news from the camps. 
We'll keep you posted on the boys every month. Inci- 
dentally, if you have any information that would make 
good reading in these columns, we'll welcome it. Just 
leave it in the T. L. office, and mark it "army news." 



*Not a military secret, we hope. — The Editors. 



17 



ON WHAT SHERMAN 
CALLED WAR 

When our editors asked us to gather some human in- 
terest for the Tower Light by quizzing the man-in-the- 
hall hoping thereby to gleam some weighty educational 
opinions concerning student teaching, we were dubious 
of the assignment. We found it both difficult and danger- 
ous, but although threatened with loss of life, limb, and 
the pursuit of happiness by those from whom we pur- 
loined the opinions, we have gathered some which we 
think are weighty and we know are interesting. 

Being brimful of psychology, we decided to be 
thoroughly scientific in this little piece of research. We 
took only the first remarks or the involuntary movements 
of the questionees who were at loss for descriptive words. 

First we take opinions nearest to the right wing. 

1. "Swell." (This came from an abnormal subject 
who received an A.) 

2. "Excellent." (Subject's fists were clenched in 
pugilistic attitude during questioning indicating 
conflict.) 

3. "Grand, but hard work." (She ain't kidding, 
either.) 

4. "I loved it — the first time." (A pleasure to inter- 
view such an honest subject.) 

5. "Liked it — the second time." 

6. "I'd rather be there than here." 

7. "A much needed vacation from S. T. C." 
Now for opinions from the left wing : 

1. "Can't be expressed by a lady." 

2. "It's necessary." 

3. "An artifical situation." 

4. "I've been through it twice and don't want to live 
through it again." 

5. "Forewarned is forearmed." (Subject had been 
tipped off that her answer would be printed.) 

6. "I can't think oi anything to say." 

7. "I don't have much of an opinion." 

8. This person declined to speak freely until she could 
be questioned in a place devoid of spies. 

9. "You'd really like to know?" 

10. "I will not." (Give an opinion, he meant; after 
reconsidering the subject said.) 

"A place to unlearn what you learn here." 

11. "I don't have any opinion." (Inactive type of 
subject.) 

12. "I don't think it is what it is cracked up to be." 

13. Subject answered by showing thumbs down with 
one hand and dramatically holding her nose with 
the other. And then she begged us not to "nip her 
career in the bud" by naming her. 

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"W for Future 
Stoogent Teachers 



If you can see the good times all about you, 

And never yield and deal in good times, too; 

If you can bravely smile ivhen practice teachers doubt you. 

And never doubt, in turn, ivhat practice teachers do; 

If you can keep a sweet and gentle spirit 

In spite of pain, fatigue, or ivork or pace. 

And though you teach a lesson or but hear it. 

Can pass with poise or flunk with equal grace; 

If you can meet with Unbelief, believing. 

And hallow in your heart the Thomdike Creed, 

If you can meet a Conference, ever yielding. 

And learn to use a Study Course for all you need; 

If you can be a Mr. Hyde and Jekyll, 

A Teacher during school, a pupil all the rest; 

And do for others what you'd have all others 

Do for you — Always a little more and never less; 

If you can keep within your soul the power 

To say that acquiescent, yet unconqiiered "Yes"; 

If you can brave a present shattered hour. 

Rather than yield, and face a future mess; 

If you can view a demonstration, and not let imitation master. 

But keep yourself within your own self's clasp; 

And not let lesson planning lead you to disaster. 

Nor sleep's insistent fascination loose your grasp; 

If you can lock your heart at each day' s quitting. 

Nor ever needlessly behind the children hide; 

If you can put behind you all aspiring 

Toward some superiority or honest personal pride; 

If you can keep the simple, homely virtue 

Of doing all things right — and most portending on time — then 

you'll have no fear 
That anything in student teaching is going to kill you — ■ 
And — which is more — you'll be a Teacher, dear. 



If you should decide to leave the teaching profession for 

other work, you could easily become a 

nursemaid, governess, housekeeper, domestic re- 
lations counselor, furniture mover, janitress, inmate 
of any asylum, piano mover, window washer, laun- 
dress, saleswoman, dressmaker, carpenter, chamber- 
maid, electrician, charwoman, stooge, gardener, 
cook, messenger, banker, garbage collector, police- 
man, vocalist, actress, acrobat, musician, librarian, 
and countless others. 
Above all, you are prepared for the fight for life, to 

emerge as one of Neitzsche's "Supermen" in the survival 

of the fittest. 

TOWER LIGHT 



College 
News 



To arouse interest in the school, a poster has been 
printed which will be sent to the high schools of the 
State. It will stress the general value of a teachers college 
education as well as its specialized value. 



NOT LONG AGO OUR ELEVEN NEW FRESHMEN 
stood up in Assembly and became Student Council 
members to the huzzahs of the crowd. They are in the 
lodge now — and the TL, in its role of Voice of the Col- 
lege, wishes them all the fun and luck that can be 
squeezed into three years at State Teachers. 



THE TUTORING SYSTEM, WHICH HAS TAKEN UP 
many an hour of fervent for-and-against discussion this 
year, has finally been organized, and will function under 
the Student Council. Lillian Schienker, Chairman of the 
committee, says that as yet very few students have taken 
advantage of the service. 

Honors 

KAPPA DELTA PI RECENTLY ANNOUNCED ITS 
new members, chosen from the Senior Class for high 
scholastic rating and valuable personality traits. They 
are Ruth Maleson, John Horst, Frederica Biedermann, 
Catherine Swain, and Margaret Zillmor. This fraternity 
endeavors to promote high educational standards 
throughout the United States. 

Kappa Delta Pi also added to the honor roll of under- 
classmen who have shown promise of scholastic power. 
Ten Freshman names were read, and the Sophomore and 
Junior classes combined accounted for sixteen more. 
Congratulations ! 

Defense Activities 

LATEST DEVELOPMENT IN THE COLLEGE EMER- 
gency Program is the Faculty Enrollment Committee, 
composed of Mr. Minnegan, chairman. Dr. West, and 
Mr. Crook. The Committee is the result of the fact that 
many high school graduates, who would normally enter 
State Teachers, are going into defense jobs, and thus the 
needed supply of teachers is being cut off at its source. 

The Committee members will visit high schools on 
request, and tell the students about the courses at S. T. C, 
the opportunities for advancement as a teacher, and the 
fields that they may specialize in. Alumni members who 
live in the neighborhood of high schools will supple- 
ment the Committee by making themselves available to 
answer questions, or advise students. 

MARCH • 1942 



THE REGISTRAR'S OFFICE HAS BEEN RECEIVING 
an unusual amount of correspondence from high school 
seniors interested in enrolling in the new accelerated 
course. Though the letters are not numerous enough for 
us to predict a large entering class next fall, they seem to 
show one thing— that acceleration is the answer for 
teachers colleges who are trying to interest youth in the 
profession during the present emergency. 



ODD ACTIVITIES AT STATE TEACHERS SINCE THE 
emergency: Writing on both sides of the paper . . . en- 
joying Our Town and the Rural Club Card Party . . . prac- 
ticing First Aid . . . learning the way of a sandbucket 
with an incendiary bomb . . . singing We've Got a Job 
to Do . . . walking . . . eating, dominated by vitamin 
consciousness . . . working twice as hard . . . getting 
married . . . 

Gad, how far will they carry this thing? 
coo 

OUR STUDENTS HAVE PRESENTED SOME VERY 
valuable information in the news interpretations in the 
past few weeks. The people from the senior class who 
have thus far participated were Mindelle Kann, Char- 
lotte Schwarz, Betty Carroll, Ruth Maleson, and John 

Horst. 

o o o 

THE NATURAL HISTORY CLUB ANNOUNCES 
that it will plan a summer activities program, to include 
swimming and hiking. This should make for a pleasant 
summer, and similar moves from the other clubs are being 
anticipated. 



Dollars and sense do not necessarily travel together. 



Wine and women, mirth and laughter 
Sermons and aspirin on the day after! 



Women take to good hearted men. Also from. 



Whiskey is about the only enemy man has succeeded in 
really loving. 



If a husband talks in his sleep and still gives no secrets 
away, it's a triumph of mind over mutter. 

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Delvale Dairies 20 

Esskay Meat Products 24 

Green Spring Dairy 24' 

The Hirshberg Company 24 

Hochschild, Kohn & Co 24 

Hutzler Brothers Co 20 

The Knitting Needle 21 

Mace Produce Company 23 

Maryland Hotel Supply Company 22 

Mason's Service Station 22 

The Second National Bank of Towson 22 

Stewart's Personal Service 22 

The Towson National Bank 22 

The Towson Theater 24 

The John Trockenbrot Company 23 



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Eleanor Dietz 
Vera Ensor 
Alma Lee Gott 
Dorothy Gronert 
Edith Horsmon 



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Jeannette Jones 
Lee Anna Knight 
Edith Kolk 
Gertrude Nelson 
Kathryn Peltz 
Dorothy Shinham 
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2. Hinky Dinky Parlee Voo Sophomores 

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4. Dodge Ball 

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6. Ribbon Dance (English) Sophomores 

7. Gustaf's Skoal 

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8. Irish Lilt Juniors 

9- Highland Fling Sophomores 

10. Captain Jinks Freshmen 

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TOWER LIGHT 



Our Town 



It's a fluctuating world. When the final curtain of the 
Faculty Follies rang down to thunderous applause last 
Thanksgiving, we sat back in our chairs convinced that 
we had seen the utmost this college could give in the 
way of dramatic entertainment. The other night we saw 
the Little Theatre Guild's Our Town and changed our 
mind. It hit more deeply than we had expected. The 
sense of humor was delighted by the Follies — but the 
sense of humanity (or eternity, perhaps) had a workout 
on March 6. 

The very choice of a play was surprising. It is usually 
the custom of college dramatic clubs to pick a rather 
easy, light vehicle for their tender young talents. Our 
Town is not easy. On the whole, its action is too simple 
to cover poor acting, and its philosophy too unusual to 
be conveyed to an audience without skillful acting. The 
Guild understood this. Undazzled by the Pulitzer label, 
they walked into Our Town with their eyes open; and the 
audience walked out with their eyes opened too. 

To split the laurels may be a little irrelevant, since the 
play as a whole was the great success. We'll risk irrele- 
vance, however, to mention these: Mr. Branford Millar, 
as the Yankee middleman with the universe, put the 
most of humor, ease and common sense into his lines. 
Geraldine Hughes and Morton Weiner were very, very 
good. Dotty Kapp and Henry Astrin made an appealing 
couple. And don't forget Mitzi Goldstein, Pete Galley, 
Kitty Cragg, Mr. Crook, Dr. Foster Dowell and all the 
others who played their parts so well. 

Mrs. Brouwer and her lighting crew did a beautiful 
job of moodsetting, achieving some fancy effects without 



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March 26 to April 2— Room Service. A comedy by 
Boretz and Murray. Baltimore Mu- 
seum of Art. 

March 28 to April 3 — Dangerous They Live, with 
John Garfield and Raymond Massey. 
Stanley Theatre. 

April 1 — Philadelphia Orchestra, Efrem Zim- 
balist, violinist, at the Lyric. 

April A — The Male Animal, with Henry Fonda 
and Olivia de Havilland. Stanley 
Theatre. 

April 5 — Baltimore Symphony, at the Lyric. 

April 10 and 11 — Eugene Loring's Dance Players, 
Inc. At the Theatre of the Baltimore 
Museum of Art. 

April 11 to 18 — King's Row, with Ann Sheridan, 
Betty Fields, Robert Cummings, 
Ronald Reagan, Claude Rains. Stan- 
lev Theatre. 



weakening the simple strength of the settings. Direction 
of the play was done understandingly. 

You remember the young lady who quavered anxiously 
from the balcony, "But is there any cultural life in 
Grovers Corners?" Of course there wasn't — not in the 
way she meant it, anyway — although everyone in Our 
Town loved and was interested in the simple serviceable 
beauty of nature. There have been a few such small but 
insistent voices raised in the forum of S. T. C. student 
thought, asking, "But can there by any creative life 
here? Is there any culture in a Teachers College?" They 
have their answer in the Little Theatre Guild's splendid 
production. 





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MARCH 



1942 



21 



PLATE INVENTORY 



And still the war-toned songs are inflating our country, 
but this month they seem to be less bugle-blowing and 
more on the melancholy beam. Rudy Vallee's rendering 
of We've Got a Job to Do is only average. Orrin Tucker's 
You're a Sap, Mr. Jap is clever — and you must have heard 
Gene Krupa's arrangement of Keep 'Em Flying. 

The American Legion Official Band has done a very 
inspiring piece of work with the United States Field Ar- 
tillery March, and Song of the Soldiers is on the other side — 
a classic, if these old ears know anything. Sliding into a 
sentimental mood, if you like it that way, is Sammy 
Kaye's very smooth Last Night I Said a Prayer. 

Also tender and romantic is Miss You. Lorraine Benson, 
singing with Orrin Tucker does it up crisp and luscious. 
Or listen to Bea Wain's version. 

Lamp of Memory is one I've heard only a few times, but 
if Tommy Dorsey or Glenn Miller take up with it, you'll 
be singing it and dancing to it soon. 

Another pretty near the top is I Don't Want to Walk 
Without You, which is taking up where The Blues in the 
Night left off, as far as popularity goes. A String of Pearls 
carries on — Glenn Miller's is the best we've heard. 

Humpty-Dumpty Heart is that fairy tale revival and we 
do mean a revised edition. How Humpty-Dumpty does 
get around. Catchy. Happy in Love is cheerful, as is We're 
the Couple in the Castle. 

Listen For: 

Scare Crow — Benny Goodman 

Tickey-Tickey-Tee — Lou Prima 

La^y River — Tommy Tucker 

I Wish I Had a Siveetheart — Horace Heidt 

Someone's Rocking My Dreamhoat — Ink Spots 

Cancel the Flowers — Tony Martin. 

Predictable Potents: 

I Want My Mamma, Lamp of Memory, Fun to be Fooled, 
Last Night I Said a Prayer. 

Best of all this month we liked Bing Crosby's Deep 
in the Heart of Texas and Count Basic's grand-slam Coming 
Out Party. Required listening, students! 

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MARCH • 1942 



j The Vanishing Delicacy 

After stealthily creeping to — (probably a proctor's 
room) after the 10:30 curfew, the dorm dwellers sit and 
reminisce of things that used to be — men, tin curlers and 
food. 

This latter rarity has virtually disappeared from the 
once-culinary art rooms of Newell Hall. Gone are the 
two pieces of buttered bread with actual meat in be- 
tween, the luscious chocolate eclair, and the steaming 
vegetable soup at five cents a swig. 

Ancient are the days when a student could dash from 
assembly with twenty-five cents in his pocket and antici- 
pate all the goodies he could carry from the gleaming 
counters of the cafeteria. It can't be done now — for there 
just ain't no goodies. 

During current times, we would like to know (for we 
are healthy down-to-earth humans who get hungry 
every lunchtime) just who has the presumptuous crust 
to call that excuse for a lunchtime conference center a 
dining room. After all, there is nothing on which to dine. 

Perhaps the Keepers of the Kitchen are starving the 
general student populace in order to feed the boarders at 
night. But if the overseers of the "dining room" are not 
aware of it, there is food in the country, the same kind 
of food found on all tables before Pearl Harbor. 

In order to be perfectly cooperative and to meet the 
not very exorbitant prices, we would be most willing to 
spend five cents more per lunch and get something to eat 
— instead of a lettuce leaf and a spatter of ice cream. 

We all must remember, in these times of stress and 
strain, one of the requisites of high civilian morale is 
food. Any digestive tract will confirm that. 



/ WOULDN'T KNOW 

That must be a wonderful feeling 
You get when your -paper rates "A"; 
You must feel like yelling, or anyway telling 
Your friends in a riotous way. 
I wouldn't know. 

That must be a wonderful feeling 
You get when he gives you the ring; 
For at last the poor chap has succumbed to your trap — 
You must want to bellow and sing. 
I wouldn't know. 

That must be a wonderful feeling 
You get when he mutters "I will" J 
For he's losing his rights by the tie that unites. 
And that surely must give you a thrill, 
ril probably never know! 

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BLACKOUT 

(Continued from page 2) 

Thus it is with all that is everlasting and fundamental. 
Thus it is with those true, unchanging ideals which some 
men are trying to black out along with our lights in this 
war of primitive brutality. Ideals of democracy and hu- 
man freedom, like the light of Nature, cannot be hidden 
or destroyed. When misguided men attempt to extinguish 
these ideals, they grow all the brighter in contrast to the 
deadly force directed against them. They have dwelled 
in men's minds for ages; they have been there ready to 
point out the way to a richer and fuller life. All too often, 
however, they have been forgotten by men blinded with 
the lights of ambition and greed. They have been neg- 
lected by people who, blinded by prosperity, were satis- 
fied that these democratic ideals had brought them an 
ease of living and thought that they no longer needed 
any attention or care. Now that the ideals are challenged 
by the greedy and ambitious, who seek to destroy them, 
the careless and prosperous begin to regain sight. When 
the light of slothful prosperity is removed by the danger 
of blitzkrieg, their ideals, so long neglected, seem more 
dear than ever they have before. The defense and preser- 
vation of all that is true and good becomes a necessity 
and a privilege. 

Blackout reveals the forgotten value and beauty of a 
life lighted by truth and worthy ideals. If blackouts and 
war, by this revelation, can bring about the preserva- 
tion of these ideals and the establishment of a more 
vigorous democratic way of living, they cannot be in 
vain. 

— Jean Hidey. 



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THE TOWER LIGHT 




Volume XV, Number 7 




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LlBRAiii 




April 1942 



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Now for the first time the amazing stroboscopic camera 
i analyzes the swing that made baseball history 




DiMaggio sizes up the pitch . 



He starts that devastating swing . . 



Squarely . . . solidly . . . bat meets ball. 




With his eyes still focused on the 
batted ball . . . 



Joe follows through in a tremendous 
release of driving power. 




Right off the bat, 
Joe DiMaggio, shown 
here at home, will tell 
you; " I find Camels 
easy on the throat — 
milder in every way. 
And they've got the 
flavor that hits the 
spot every time. You 
bet I like Camels! " 

R, .T. Reynolds TobaPCO Co., 
Winston-Salem, N. C. 



A remarkable series of repetitive flashes 
show you the famous DiMaggio swing 
and follow-through all in this one picture 
above. Below, at the left, you see Joe en- 
joying a Camel. For with Joe DiMaggio, 
when the game is over, it's "now for a 
Camel." Yes, Camel— the milder cigarette 
with less nicotine in the smoke. 



The smoke of slower-burning Camels contains 

28% LESS NICOTINE 

than the average of the 4 other 
largest-selling cigarettes tested — 
less than any of them — according 
to independent scientific tests of 
the smoke itself! 




THE CIGARETTE OF 
COSTLIER TOBACCOS 



CONTENTS 



My Mind Went Wandering 


. 1 


The Talk of the Campus 


. 3 


Miss Keys Remembers Us . 


. 3 


Victory Gardens .... 


. 4 


"Coeducation Equals Lost Time" . 


. 5 


Wake Up, America! 


. 6 


Open Forum ..... 


. 6 


Day of Rest (?).... 


. 7 


Music ...... 


. 7 


New York Trip .... 


. 8 


Meet THE May Court! 


. 8 


The War Changes the College Curriculi 


[jm . 9 


The World of Fashion . 


. 10 


News from Camp .... 


. 11 


Books . . 


. 12 


Date Bait ..... 


. 13 


S.T.C. Thinks .... 


. 15 


Poetry ...... 


. 16 


Teachers Curtail Spring Program . 


. 17 


Index to Advertisers . . . . 


. 20 


Now That Spring Is Here 


. 20 


Tid-Bits 


. 21 


Plate Inventory .... 


. 22 


I'll Probably Be an Old Maid 


. 23 


The Gr-FN ..... 


. 24 


Advertisements .... 


18-24 



THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly publica- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 



In common with the majority of the students at S. T. 
C, I find my mind wandering at the oddest times and in 
the queerest places. It was in the midst of these musings 
that I decided to set some of them down on paper. Perhaps 
others have had similar quirks in their mental meander- 
ings ... (If so, I'd like to hear your views on these sub- 
jects.) 

Just a moment ago I fell to considering the merits of 
taking notes in class. Besides the obvious value of con- 
serving paper, what can be gained by NOT transferring 
class discussions to a notebook? If one can completely 
disregard the mechanics of writing and free one's brain 
from the thoughts of how to reword points so that they 
can be read later with understanding, can not one then 
devote his whole mental capacity to the ideas being pre- 
sented by both instructors and students? These people 
who are so furiously writing — what permanent value 
are they gaining — or what present or future value do they 
expect to gain from their orthographic labors? The 
answers are various. "I need notes to study." "I need a 
record of the class conclusions for a test." "The 'pearls 
of wisdom' that fall from the instructor's lips are worth 
keeping." Quite interesting commentaries on the trend 
of student thought. 

Personally, required notebooks have been the bane of 
my existence. It has been my experience that notes hastily 
written during a class discussion are often later mis- 
interpreted (if they can be read at all). In studying for a 
test I have found it of infinitely more value to go to the 
original sources to review. As for the previously men- 
tioned "pearls of wisdom," I prefer to string mine on a 
thread of memory in my brain rather than keep them in 
a notebook safe deposit vault. 

I overheard a senior remark, "Those freshmen don't 
take any notes; they'll learn!" Perhaps it is the senior 
who should learn. I'd like to take a poll sometime to find 
out how often a senior makes use of the voluminous 
notes he has taken during his high school and college 
career. Assuming he does use them, is their worth com- 
mensurate with the time it took to preserve them? Most 
of those notes are static now. So many new things have 
taken place in science, teaching, current affairs, litera- 
ture, etc., that it is as much as anyone can do to keep up 
to date. Even in subjects that don't change, such as 
ancient history, there are always new books that give a 
different interpretation and a new slant. So my thought 
on the subject is to keep a full extensive bibliography 
and devote class time to gaining a deeper insight into 
and an understanding of the topic under discussion. 

— (Continued on next fage) 



Another topic that my mind often strays to is that of an "honor system" and the 
special need for honor in the handling of library books. Since I expressed my views on 
the "honor system" in the October Tower Light I won't repeat them now but I still 
maintain that our thinking on the subject is very superficial and indifferent. There is 
more to honor than is usually implied in student discussions of it and unless we get 
down to basic fundamentals we'll argue forever the pros and cons. 

This may be heresy but I insist that no student is purposely dishonorable, any more 
than any human is intrinsically evil, and unless we seriously attempt to find the innate 
qualities of mind that lead future teachers to "snitch" books we'll never be able to 
solve the problem satisfactorily. But, of course, I'm willing to admit that a system is 
better than chaos in the absence of the principle. My hope is that the establishment 
of the system will not make us so self-satisfied that we never go any deeper. The ulti- 
mate aim should be: "Honor — even without the system." 

My mind wandered again over that path the other day when a student signed for a 
faculty reserve book in another student's name. I shall never stop being amazed when 
I see such things happening but I realized that no matter how efficient our library 
system may be, the need as far as that student was concerned was so great that she 
was willing to disregard our rules and even the rights of others to meet her need. 
Talking to that student, or others like her, about honor would be useless unless she 
first understood herself and had formed the psychological bond between thinking, 
knowing, and acting. 

My mind went wandering — this time to marks. How tragic that a letter of the 
alphabet should be the end-all of a student's existence! Yet, in spite of all arguments 
the fact remains that the scholarship committee, county and city superintendents, and 
academic requirements keep them prominently in the forefront of a student's mind 
when he prepares assignments, studies for a test, reads, and writes. Added to this is 
the tradition of the report card as the final word to parent and child concerning the 
latter's achievement. 

How often in our classes do we argue a point not for the sake of the truth but for 
the sake of a higher grade! How often are we disappointed with a C on a theme (not 
trusting the teacher's judgment) because we worked those extra hours in the hope 
that mere time would so improve our powers of expression that we might rate a Bl 

The saddest statement I ever heard was that of a senior who said, "If I had known 
I was only going to get a C in student teaching I wouldn't have worked so hard." 
We may well assume that as far as she was concerned hard work is the only criteria 
for a mark. Evidentally she needed those extra hours of work; after all, a practice 
teacher marks also on ability, classroom management, teaching technique, etc., etc., 
and no matter how conscientious and hard-working a person may be, unless the spark 
is there not much is to be expected. The very fact that the student was working 
solely for the mark probably laid waste a good deal of her labor. Had her consuming 
interest been the child and not the mark her labor may have merited her more than C. 

It's going to be a long, hard struggle to so subordinate marks to their proper place 
in the scheme of things that when report card day comes the student will say dis- 
dainfully, "Oh, another report card — pffffft!" and throw it carelessly aside. Self- 
evaluation and study and work for their real purpose will come to be the guideposts 
in a student's life. 

My mind went wandering — Oh, yes, there's lots more I could tell about the inter- 
esting side paths it finds to explore. I could talk for hours expressing my views on 
testing, student teaching, student council meetings, teachers, college elections, cur- 
rent social problems, and philosophy. But no one listens or takes me seriously (except 
those who delight in arguing) and I doubt if even the editor has read this far. Which 
sends my mind wandering on the subject of editors in general and college publications 
in particular. . . . — Jeanette V. Ulrich. 

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THE STAFF 



EDITORS 

Patricia Herndon 

Frances Shores 

Norma Kirckhoff 

Jean Connor 

BUSINESS MANAGERS 

Betty Carroll 
Virginia Blocher 



ADVERTISING 

Muriel Frames 

Wilma Smith 
Wanda Carter 



CIRCULATION 

Norma Gambrill 

Margaret Gunnells 

Dorothy Weller 



ART 

Audrey Pramschufer 

Marguerite Wilson 

Ralph Barrett 



GENERAL LITERATURE 

Alma Lee Gott 

Alma McAvoy 

Margaret Zillmor 

Jeanette Ulrich 
Frances Robinson 
Mindelle Kohner 

Arlene Peeples 

John McCauley 



MUSIC 

Ruth Maleson 
Agnes Hicks 

POETRY 

Virginia Dorsey 
Warren Wendler 

FASHIONS 

Ellen Elste 
Shirley Hicks 



COLLEGE EVENTS 

Fredrica Biedermann 

Inez Scbultz 
Mary Jane Burdette 



BOOKS 

Mary Di Peppi 
Katherine Swain 
Ruth McCarty 
Dorothy Kapp 



ADVISORY BOARD 

Dr. Ruth Lynch, Chairman 

TOWER LIGHT 



I The Talk | 

the Campus ^ 

SEVERAL UPPER-CLASSMEN HAVE FOLLOWED 
the sparrows south, lately, but not for migration pur- 
poses. Dot Shinham trekked to the land of the Magnolias 
and Mint Juleps and got a ring out of the trip. Margaret 
Fallin also wended her merry way to the University of 
Alabama, and Betty Kennedy took in Florida. What does 
the South have? Or is Fort Meade losing its charm? 



WHAT HAS BECOME OF THE ART CLUB? WE 
remember its first hilarious meeting — with the then 
Miss Neunsinger drawing a couple of strays on a park 
bench and throwing in quips to match the picture. Has 
the club dissolved in a lather of modernism or are our 
Rembrandts just modest about their little organization? 
Great balls of fire — let us hear from you! 



IF A REAL AIR RAID HAD TAKEN PLACE ON 

April 14th the returning student teachers would have 

either been blown to bits or maimed for life. No notice 

was given them about air raid instructions — no kind one 

told them where to go — and they were left to muddle the 

Campus School drill. Whose fault is it? Why were they not 

allowed to vote in the Student Council election! Something 

must be done! 

o o o 

ON WEDNESDAY, APRIL I5TH, THE FEMALES OF 
this institution nearly joined the air corps. Lieutenant 
Kiefer came to talk to the men of the college and brought 
with him two of the best pieces of male propaganda that 
the college has seen for many a day. The gathering nearly 
turned out to be coed. 



WE ARE STILL HANDING OUT BOUQUETS TO THE 
Millars. This time to the Mrs. (alias Teresa Calamara) 
who gave a Chopin recital on April 13th. It was the first 
culture assembly we've had since the war began and 
needless to say it was tops. 

APRIL • 1942 



THE ONLY FACULTY MEMBER NOW BOASTING 
a sun-tan is Dr. Crabtree. She gave three speeches at the 
Florida Teachers Convention, ate Spanish bean soup, and 
went sun bathing. We wish more faculty members would 
do likewise. We find it very enervating. 



Miss Keys Remembers Us 

Miss Keys took time off recently from a very busy life 
to write a long, newsy letter to a member of our faculty. 
All who know her will doubtless be interested in the 
following extracts — • 

"These strenuous days leave little time for the pleasant 
things we should like to do, although as I look over my 
activities I can't see that much is being accomplished. 
The most worthwhile, perhaps, is the 'refresher' course 
in nutrition, a series of ten lessons offered at the Uni- 
versity here, for out-of-date home economics teachers who 
wish to go into defense teaching. 

"I have tried to avoid the hysteria which usually 
accompanies wars, but it is not easy to do. I feel that the 
nutrition field is mine, or rather my most promising 
opportunity to serve. 

"Someone very kindly sent me a February Tower 
Light, the one containing the tribute to Miss Prickett, 
which I consider beautifully done. It is simple, direct, 
and truthful as Miss Prickett would like. I wonder who 
wrote it? 

"And Miss Tail's death — what a shock that was to all 
who loved her. I, personally, feel that I have lost a most 
dear friend and though there are many ties at Baltimore 
and Towson, I shall feel keenly the emptiness of her 
absence. 

"Today I went out around the garden as the sun shone 
brightly, and found some snowdrops already in bloom, 
with daffodils and tulips coming rapidly. Sister Hazel 
and I built a conservatory, so called, last fall. It extends 
out from a cellar window to the south and leaving the 
window open admits heat. So we had foliages, geraniums, 
begonias — all the ordinary house plants — as a winter 
garden. We laid the brick, puttied the window-glass and 
generally made it our own creation. Now we hope to 
start seedlings for the outdoor garden. 

' 'The Tower Light states that STC is offering a sum- 
mer session. Will you stay on? Our schools here are doing 
the same thing — notably Illinois University which has 
a preponderance of men students. The Normal School 
here is largely made up of women. 

"Please remember me to all friends. How I should love 
to drop in on you again, but Hitler and others won't 
let me!" 



Victory Gardens 

BY Kenneth P. Miller 



THIS YEAR a lot of us are going to plant what we 
optimistically call Victory Gardens. We will sally 
forth armed to the teeth with spades, hoes, rakes, and 
the latest Garden Guides, a firm and determined set to 
our jaws; and we may even venture, as we march along, 
to hum jauntily something about the good old summer 
time. But we may return from our battles with witch- 
grass and the Japanese Beetle somewhat chastened and 
subdued unless we know what a weary path the gardener 
treads. It is my intention, therefore, to point out the pit- 
falls and the ways to avoid them, not in any effort to 
discourage the would-be farmer but, rather, to give him 
the benefit of my own experience. 

The sad and, I must confess, humiliating truth is that 
this spring I am planting my second Victory Garden. I 
date myself, I know, when I recall that I was nine or ten 
during the last war and that, prodded by a patriotic 
mother, I began to win the war and help feed the family 
by growing vegetables. To this day an embarrassing im- 
mortality is mine, for a photograph still exists which 
shows me in knickers and a silly grin, holding a prize- 
winning cucumber beside a yardstick. Even though the 
yardstick is upside down, any devout pilgrim who travels 
to my birthplace can still observe that the cucumber 
measures exactly fourteen inches. This prize example of 
the gardener's skill was on display in the local hardware 
shop until it yellowed with age. Though no hungry 
mouths feasted on this cucumber, many aspiring gar- 
deners were doubtless spurred on by the sight of it; and I 
was given at my then tender age the assurance that I 
knew my vegetables and had the right to speak con- 
cerning their care and nurture. 

First of all, I should like to warn the members of an 
entire group that gardening is not for them. I refer, 
naturally, to that loose coterie known as Economic 
Determinists. (Our own Dr. E. Donald Duck should take 
note.) Men are not led down the garden path by any 
urge for material gain, nor if they are do they find pots 
of gold beneath the cabbage leaves. The true gardener 
knows that he will be lucky if he grows enough to pay 
for his seeds. His urge is a primal one — the desire to feel 
the good earth between his socks and shoes, to commune 
with Nature in her various manifestations, to know the 
sweet joy that comes when the first coy radish peeps 
above the soil. Plant a garden, then, for the fun of it. If 
you get to eat any vegetables before the insects find them 
— lucky you! 

And speaking of insects — the Victory Gardener needs 

4 



to be cautioned against the various pests that swarm 
wherever tender green things sprout. Of all winged pests 
the most ferocious is the Japanese Beetle. He is infamous 
for his blitzkrieg tactics — the surprise attack, the boring 
from within. Now many gardeners become greatly in- 
censed at the beetle. On June days you may see them 
plunging madly about, heads lowered, faces inflamed, 
slashing violently this way and that at real and imagined 
beetles. Other more placid foes of the beetle set traps in 
which bees, moths, spiders, and an occasional Scotch 
Terrier get caught. My method is essentially simple but 
effective. The careful observer of Nature has probably 
noticed our friend — the Wasp. Now the Wasp — order 
Hymenoptera to you, Mr. Cook — is definitely a hazard 
to the gardener, but even more of a hazard to the Japanese 
Beetle. Scientists have it that wasps like to sting beetles, 
object, egg-laying. Thus we see that good old Mother 
Nature is at it again, balancing kind against kind in her 
subtle fashion. I say, "Let her." When I see a wasp in my 
garden — and I see them frequently — I immediately pro- 
ceed slowly to the nearest shady spot and stretch out 
peacefully on the greensward, secure in the belief that 
Mother Nature's Wasp will take care of Brer Beetle. 

But Dame Nature has no device to take care of the 
most pernicious of the gardener's enemies, his fellow 
human-beings who come to observe, to scoff, and general- 
ly to annoy. It is almost impossible to sit quietly on an 
old gray stone and watch one's seeds come up if so-called 
friends are about. The Victory Farmer should always re- 
member that gardening is not a social enterprise but is a 
solitary task, a one-man pursuit, not to be interrupted 
by chitchat of any sort. One's male friends are bad enough 
as kibitzers, but the female of the species is far more 
deadly. Let me say categorically: women do not mix with 
gardening. Remember that God first made a garden, then 
placed man in it; and for a time man knew Paradise. Then 
woman entered the garden and Paradise was no more. 

The trouble with women is — or, I should say, one of 
the many troubles with women is — that they simply 
don't know their onions and beets. All women are 
different — vive les differences! — and I cannot presume to 
condemn all on the same grounds; but I can warn 
against a few recurrent types of female gardeners. First, 
beware the woman who looks upon gardening as a chance 
to parade her pretty clothes. Come spring and such 
women consider the lily who toils not. They hie them- 
selves to some smart shoppe and return bedecked in a 
lovely picture hat, a dainty flowered gardening gown, 

TOWER LIGHT 



and embroidered gardening gloves. The best thing a man 
can do then is to go to a ball game. Then second, beware 
the woman who has ideas of making a garden artistic. 
To her, the appearance must please no matter what 
grows. Remember that a garden's true beauty lies in its 
utility. Third, beware the woman with a little dangerous 
knowledge. One such was brought to my attention 
recently. She knew that salads are composed of vege- 
tables grown in gardens. She, therefore, planted in one 
large bed a confused collection of seeds — radish, lettuce, 
cucumber, tomato — believing, apparently, that her salad 
would come up ready mixed. Her salad was mixed, all 
right, but not in an edible form. And finally, I must 
conclude in summation. Beware Women! 

Of course the gardener has many satisfactions. He is 
a true exponent of modern educational theory: he learns 
by doing. No advice can grow a garden, only hard work 
can. So the gardener has the durable joy that comes after 
toil. Some warm day in June you should try to find me 
hard at my gardening. If you approach quietly you will 
discover me growing things. I shall be lying with one 
ear to the ground, listening to the soft sweet music of 
growing crops, hearing the louder noise of the devouring 
worms. Gardening is harder work than golf, but it is 
less expensive and almost as much fun. Why not try it? 



Coming Hvents 






ON THE CAMPUS 




April 


24 — Baseball — Drew University versus Tow- 
son at Towson. 


May 


6 — May Day. 




May 


8 — Sophomore Dance. 




May 


15 — Baseball — Frostburg versus To 
Towson. 


wson at 


May 


29 — Senior Prom. 

OFF CAMPUS 




May 


8 to May 14 — Romeo and Juliet by William 
Shakespeare at the Baltimore Mu- 
seum of Art. 


May 


13 — "Afternoon with the Poets' 
William Blake. 


Series : 



6^ 



Coeducation Equals Lost Time'' 



Survey made by D. C. Troth at the University of Illinois 
(coeducational). * 

1. "This is a study of the behavior of 100 students, 50 
men and 50 women, during the first 10 minutes after 
they had seated themselves in the University of 
Illinois Library." 

2. ' 'They spent 40% of the time conversing, aimlessly 
leafing books, using vanity cases, writing or read- 
ing letters, and 'just looking around.' " 

3. "None of the 100 students . . . spent the entire 10 
minutes in study. Moreover, the women in the 
group were more given to non-academic activities 
in the 10 minute period than the men." 

Conclusion 

Dr. Berrien: "It is highly probably that the presence of women in the Illinois group not only tended to raise the 
percentage of time spent in distractions because of their own propensities in that direction, but also 
because the women were a distracting influence on the opposite sex." 

*Excerpts from the article, "Finds Time Lost in Coeducation," New York Times, March 22, 1942. 

Editor's Note: We do not feel that the presence of men in this college presents sufficient cause for too much worry. 
APRIL • 1942 S 



The Colgate Survey — conducted at Colgate College (men 
students only). 

1 . ' 'This study was based on the observation of 75 men 
under conditions as similar as possible to those at 
Illinois." 

2. "Colgate men wasted only 26% of the period in 
sleeping, talking, day dreaming, adjusting clothes, 
and walking around." 

3. "11% of the students began concentrating on their 
studies as soon as they were seated in the library 
and continued to do so for the entire period." 



Wake Up, America! Open ForUIU 



We have on our hands about the biggest job we have 
ever tackled as a nation. That job is not going to be done 
as it must unless all concerned do their parts. 

Industry has the responsibility of putting all of its 
resources, facilities, and energy into meeting the nation's 
needs. Labor has the responsibility of keeping the wheels 
turning continuously at full speed. Throughout the land 
every community, every group, and every individual has 
a particular responsibility in the paramount job which 
we have undertaken. Then too, all of us, regardless of 
class or group, have certain personal obligations. 

It is the duty and should be the privilege for every 
American to bolster morale and to do everything possible 
to strengthen the faith of our people in the fundamental 
ideas that we call the American way of life. Patriotic 
slogans, banners, and songs will not meet this need. In- 
stead the American people must examine themselves. 
Then we must eradicate the weaknesses wherever they 
are found. We need to get straight our relations to our 
country and our responsibilities to American institutions. 

Frederick L. Schuman said that nations possess a 
"cultural lag." The people in the nation possess that and 
also other types of "lags." Though it is several months 
since the declaration of war, many individuals have not 
awakened to the fact that our aggressors mean business. 
They have not awakened to the fact that they, along 
with millions of other individuals, must change their 
way of living. They must learn to accept more obliga- 
tions, more debts, and more responsibilities. Just because 
we have always had various rights, privileges and oppor- 
tunities their preservation is not insured. Our heretofore 
complacent nation must learn to sacrifice. 

This "lag" can be observed every day and in every 
community. The very heart of the lag is within the in- 
dividual himself. It still has its grip upon many, many 
people. Are you living any different today than you did 
a year ago or are you sacrificing more and more? 

We, as people who are going out to teach other people, 
must understand what type of individual the nation 
needs. We must be one ourselves so that we may teach 
others by example. As Sergeant York put it, "We did not 
inherit our liberties as a right; we merely have a lease 
upon them, and we must pay our way as we go." 

Today we stand on the threshold of a great test. 
Whether the decision is reached on the battlefields of the 
land, the sea, or the air, the terms of the final verdict is 
written in the hearts and minds of the American people. 
Are you, as an American prepared to pay the price for 
the preservation of the privileges you enjoy? 

— John Chilcoat. 



We Reverse the Order 

Dear Student Body: 

We are not airing our dirty silks. We simply want you 
to know that other suckers besides us write for the 
TowTER Light. Every degrading, disillusioning, base 
thought which appears in print is attributed to us. We 
implore you — just because you don't like something that 
appears herein, don't bring bayonets and stick us in the 
back. We do not write the entire issue — only part of it. 
We have been accused of so much that we feel like Jesse 
James and Jack the Ripper. So with the hope that the 
rest of our stay in this institution may have some sem- 
blance of peace, we remain 

Hopefully yours. 

Ye Editors. 

To the Students of S. T, C 

Dear You: 

The Tower Light is our school magazine. Don't stop 
reading, keep on. Each of us is a contributor and subscriber. 
The staff, which includes about fifty people of which 
about fifteen are active, strives to please you with each 
publication. Are you a member of the inactive staff? This year 
the magazine is being put out by students, namely four 
editors, with the help of Dr. Lynch. 

Each month the complaints are terrific. Are you one of 
the mumbling mobl "Gosh, the same old articles, no 
wonder nobody reads them." "Why doesn't somebody 
else get a chance to write?" "Why don't they ever put 
something good in here." "My name never gets in the 
So- What column." 

Stop to think, now — or don t you want tol Have you 
ever volunteered to spend a free hour to help the staff? 
Have you ever gotten or tried to get an ad, just because 
you felt very missionary-like? Did you ever turn in a 
poem you wrote in an off minute? What about those 
tricky ideas you had? Did you let them sink back into 
the cobwebs of your brain (what brain) and rot? You 
heard a pun some kid made. Did you jot it down for 
So-What? 

Okay, here it is straight to you. We feel the T. L. 
isn't touching enough people. We don't think you're 
entirely pleased. We want unfavorable criticism, but 
give it to us so we can do something about it. We want 
to write you up, we want and need your works of art (?) 
whether in bas relief, in the round, in the rough, or still 
wet. You know, now, that you can write something. 

TOWER LIGHT 



You're bashful, aren't youl Get encouragement from the folks 
at home, they'll always give it. 

There it is — straight to you. Get right down and 
straighten out your ideas, jot them down, and run 
straight to the T. L. office, so we'll be able to put out a 
super magazine next time. From A. M. H. 

To the Editors: 

Please advise me on this potent matter. Just at 11 
A. M. or thereabouts, when my system calls for stimu- 
lation in the way of food, the Book Shop bangs its doors 
and leaves me to starve in the dark halls of S. T. CI 
realize that Mrs. Clark feels the call of hunger too, but 
why couldn't a student be left to preside over the cakes 
and copybooks until she returns? One of these days, I 
am going to collapse in front of the auditorium, and then 
perhaps this sad situation will be brought to the atten- 
tion of them-what-is-higher-up. 
Hopefully, 

One Who Loves Food. 



Music 



Day of Rest (?) 



Sunday is the day of rest. Did you know that? It may 
be divided (improving Gaul) into four parts. 

Sunday Morning: Serenity — according to propagandists. 
It consists actually (let me tell you) of figuring out the 
appropriate costume, getting breakfast, haggling over 
priorities in regard to the use of the bathroom, dashing 
for church envelopes, running back to get the purse that 
matches, almost forgetting the Sunday School book, 
finally dashing out with only a few minutes to go. 

Sunday Afternoon: This peaceful part of the day gets 
under way with the removing of those terrible Sunday 
shoes, helping with the setting of the table, waiting 
impatiently for dinner. 

After Dinner Siesta: This has a good beginning. One is 
too full to move and so one becomes absorbed in The 
Spirit and D. Tracy's latest out-maneuvering of B. B. eyes. 
Naturally this part of the day includes doing the dishes, 
washing the hair, manicuring the nails, and finally doing 
that "assignment" for Monday. Right in the middle of 
sudden and long-sought inspiration, the guests (unex- 
pected) drop in "for a minute." Politeness or good breed- 
ing requires attendance at this pow-wow. The "assign- 
ment" is thrust aside. 

The Evening Hour: The guests who had come for "just 
a minute' ' leave five minutes (approximately) before one 
is supposed to be at a Young Peoples' Meeting at church. 
There is a dash for a sandwich, no time to change one's 
costume from this morning's "eye-thriller," thenanother 
dash — out the door. In closing the day, one rushes in from 
church, hurriedly finishes that report and falls exhausted 
into bed at some wee hour — after the "day of rest." 



The Glee Club Goes Visiting^ or 
Don't Say We Didn't Warn You, Soldier! 

Look out below! 
Or don t you know? 
The Glee Club' s invited 
(We're all excited) 
To sing at Fort Meade! 

Our -program is full. 
Not a moment is dull; 
We've quartet and solo. 
Songs Espanola. 
(Miss Wey forth will lead.) 

"Light, Gracious Glow" 
(Which seniors know). 
Then, getting bolder. 

Soldier, Soldier: 
These we shall sing. 

Waltzes and tangos. 
Hymns and fandangos, 
"Texas," and then — 
Did you say when! 
Quite soon in the spring. 

Ruth Maleson. 



Do You Speak Spanish? or 
Hispanoamericano 

To foster South American relations. 

The Glee Club gathered folk songs from some nations 

That are included in this hemisphere. 
And then we sang and practiced, till we learned them: 
We worked and slaved, in Miss Weyforth's mind she 

turned them. 

Till now they are perfected — never fear. 

Some day in May or April — sometime soon. 
Come into the assembly hall at noon. 

Hear songs in Spanish, English: with expression. 
"Ay, ay, ay" (in Spanish sung) or "Carmencita" 
A Mexican tune, as in " Estrellita" ; 

Excellente solos, choruses — without excepcion. 
Ruth Maleson. 



APRIL 



1942 



NEW YORK TRIP 

Things We Can't Forget: 

Two-minute dashes to get the 1 :00 a. m. show on time. 

The coffee shops at all hours. 

Cabano wondering "where all the people are going." 

Prowlers outside 1018. 

Peg's telephone conversation. 

Mr. Miller's O.K. chaperoning. 

Cooperative desk clerks. 

Johnny's jumping from Jane to Jane. (Variety is the 
spice of life— you know the rest.) 

Quotes: "We didn't have teachers like that when we 
went to school." 

Quotes: "Can you put Maryland aside long enough to 
sell me a 2-cent stamp?" 

"Friendliness" of the Service Men. 

Embarrassing blase companions by gazing upward at 
the skyscrapers. 

Anderson's gruesome suggestion that we might gzt 
caught in the subway door. 

Ten-cent gardenias. 

Theft of the ticket-tape. 

Welcome absence of hall books and clanging clock- 
towers. 

Nickels stuck in the automat. 

Kitty's "act" for the taxi-driver. 

"Murray" and "Eddie." 

Sidewalk photograph galleries (P. Allen's nomination 
for Terry-Tunes or Mac's cartoons). 

Bus rides down 5th Ave. that didn't materialize at 3:00 
a. m. 

Donald's rendezvous with Smith and others in the wee 
small hours. 

Dreary telephone operator— "It's those noisy girls in 

1018 again." 

• • • 

Battle 

The army marches on, across my -path. 
With frozen grins they hasten on their way — 
My enemies op-posing all I do. 
And laughing at each feeble prayer I pray. 

I fall against a wall, they onward rush 
And pity not my anxious, angry cries. 
The spoils of battle they hold proud aloft. 
They jeer the mute entreaty in my eyes. 

I push against the fearsome, raging tide 
Of mortals, stem in purpose, loud in roar. 
I reach the wide outdoors and heave a sigh — 
I've come alive from a self-service store. 

■ — Margaret Carter. 



Meet the May Court! 

Instead of writing an introduction to each one of our 

May Court gals, we decided to give you a brief pin-point 

description; so that on May 6 when you see them tripping 

o'er the grass, you'll feel a bit better acquainted with our 

representatives of feminine pulchritude. 

Betty Carroll: Has a liking for phone calls, converti- 
bles, "mais oui," knitting, movies, and suits with 
' white shirts. Pet peeves are no mail and confusion, and 
her favorite color is blue. Ambition is to gradutate 
from S. T. C, and she's happy if her date gives her 
yellow roses. First thing she notices about a man is 
whether he's a tall blond. 

Alice Crane: Under "likes" Alice listed Ralph, and she 
particularly dislikes faculty members who don't prac- 
tice what they preach. Blue is also her choice color, but 
her favorite flower is the red rose. Ambition is to be a 
practice teacher at 50, and the first thing she looks for 
in a man is pearly teeth. 

Pat Herndon: Has a weakness for spring, fried chicken, 
the smell of gasoline, rainy Sundays, southern accents, 
fresh air, Schubert's music, sport clothes and canoeing. 
Pet peeves are continued stories and talking on the 
telephone, while her ambition is to gain 10 pounds 
and live down south. Notices a man's smile first of all, 
and loves gardenias. Quite patriotically says her 
favorite color at the moment is khaki. 

Doris Kehm: Has a taste for Italian spaghetti, dancing, 
men from the North, bad little boys, short brown hair 
with a tendency to curl, and nice grins. She gets riled 
at feminine men and people who think they can run 
this country better than the administration, but she 
gets a lift out of pink camellias. Also likes blue, and 
her ambition is to marry a man with a nice grin and 
hair like she mentioned above. Notices general looks 
and his smile when she looks at a man. 

Jean Kemp: Likes soft music, dancing, poetry, perfume, 
men-in-white, tweeds and saddles, moonlight, mine- 
sweepers, leis and the call of the sea. Chooses lilacs as 
her favorite flower, and likes lavender as a color. Hates 
people with an I-told-you-so attitude and nurses, and 
her ambition is "a smiling face, a fireplace, a cozy 
room." Notices a man's eyes right off the bat. 

Phyllis Kirtley: Is happy about long walks on a clear 
sunny day (or in the moonlight), entertaining at home, 
colored shoes to match your dress, and cooking a good 
meal ("if it's possible" she adds). Pet hate is people 
who talk all the time and say nothing, and her favorite 
bloom is the orchid. Likes all shades of pink, and 
would like to graduate from S. T. C. and become a 

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school marm. Notices the whole man in her first 
glance. 
Marjorie Parker : Gets a kick out of traveling, reading, 
dancing, shopping, ice skating, swimming, celery and 
kids. Despises slammed doors, people yelling at you 
and piled up assignments, while her pet flower is the 
camellia. Likes light blue, and wants to teach in a 
pleasant school and get married. When she looks at a 
man, she notices first if he has honest eyes. 
Dot Shinham: Is delighted with cheese, perfume of 
honeysuckle, taking hikes, little children, sewing, 
science, celery, California, reading and badminton. 
Pet aversions are 4 o'clock classes and noise after 
10:30, and she prefers mock orange in the matter of 
flowers. Likes blue, wants to teach two years and then 
marry, and notices a man's hair first of all. 
Well, there you have the Seniors of the May Court. 
They seem to prefer blue as a color, don't think it old- 
fashioned to admit to wanting a home and husband, and 
don't prefer (on the whole) expensive flowers. Encourag- 
ing, isn't it, boys? 



Editor's Note: Junior members of the Court will be 
sketched in the next issue. Deadlines must be met — 
that's the reason they did not appear herein. 



Mxirriages: 
Mary Eugenia Reinhardt (class of '41) to James 

McGuirk. 
Elizabeth L. Weems (class of '40) to John T. Crane. 



My America 



Land of the free and home of the brave. 

Where autocracy lies dead in a grave — 

A grave of deceit, hate and war; 

Where liberty, freedom and justice shall rule evermore. 

Land where justice is granted to all. 

The young and the old, the great and the small. 

My America, 

Home of the red, the white and the blue. 

Land of the patriot's devotion, so true. 

Now, in the shadow of war — 

Land of production, ships, guns and tanks, 

Keady to fight for the rights she bore. 

The western, the southern and the northern Yanks. 

My America, your America, our America! 

-J. F. M. 

APRIL • 1942 



The War Changes the 
College Curriculum 

Harvard — Freshmen live in Hah-vad Houses for the first time 

Harvard is working on a year-round basis with a 
greatly accelerated program to enable students to com- 
plete their courses and get a degree in two years and one 
summer term. Physical education has been made com- 
pulsory for all undergraduates. Freshmen, for the first 
time, will be allowed to live in Harvard houses. 
Columbia — Take your pick from 1500 courses! 

Five hundred new courses, created to meet wartime 
needs in education, have been included with one thou- 
sand other courses to Columbia's summer curriculum. 
These courses make a total of 1500 courses, the most 
extensive summer program ever offered by any university. 
University of Nebraska — Welcome ' 'draftees-to-be' ' 

For "draftees-to-be" the University of Nebraska is 
offering two year programs in the fields of Agriculture, 
Home Economics, Arts and Sciences, Business Adminis- 
tration, Engineering, Journalism, Radio Broadcasting, 
Commerical Arts, Health (technician), and Teaching. 
Much of the work offered may be applied to a four-year 
degree. 
Army Correspondence Institute 

This spring the Federal Government will establish at 
the University of Wisconsin an Army Correspondence 
Institute to help soldiers continue their educational 
training. The Navy and Air Corps are carrying on their 
own correspondence institutes. 
Hamilton College 

Among the eight new courses to prepare students for 
call to the armed services are a course in the principles of 
navigation and a course in typing. The latter is considered 
a highly desirable skill by the branches of the Army 
which are facing a shortage of male typists. 



Engagements: 

Eleanor Merkle Schnepfe (class of '36) to Dr. V. Ran- 
dolph Hawkins. 

Shirley W. Auld (former member of class of '44) to 
Midshipman Robert James Fossum. 

Dorothy Shinham (class of '42) to Creston Herold 
(class of '42). 

Evelyn Isaacs (class of '42) to Sol Oidick. 

Veronica Puzycki (class of '43) to John Dawson. 

Marion Heuisler (class of '43) to Nicholas Boniface. 

Dorothy Kapp (class of '43) to Barry Radebaugh. 



THE WORLD OF FASHION 



Geographical Garb Gab 

AFTER GREAT WARS cities often emerge with new 
names. But there are cities which may change their 
names after the present war and their old names still re- 
main a part of our language, so well-worn and usual are 
they in our everyday speech. In fact, many of us may have 
forgotten, or perhaps never learned, the cities which give 
their names to numerous articles of clothing. Can you 
identify the city from which each of the following items 
of costume gets its name? 

1. Baku hats 

2. Derby hats 

3. Leghorn hats 

4. Paisley prints 

5. Angora sweaters 

6. Cardigan sweaters 

7. Mascara make-up 

8. Jodhpurs 

9. Copenhagen blue 

10. Fez hats 

11. Inverness coats 

12. Malacca walking sticks 

13. Oxford shoes 

14. Bokhara cloth 

15. Astrakahn cloth 

16. Damask cloth 

17. Homburg hats 
Correct answers on page 19. 



Faculty Fashions 



By now all the new spring outfits have been properly 
selected, trotted up and down Charles Street in hope of 
favorable comments, and maybe have been put on the 
clothes-to-be-cleaned list. Well, I've been clothes-con- 
scious for awhile and from the dim, dark, depressing 
shadows in the Ad Building I have been observing the 
faculty attire. If I could select a bit from here, something 
else from there, and so forth, I could get myself a very 
glorious wardrobe. 

Here's what I'd like to have: 

Miss Joslin's earrings 

Miss Weyforth's bracelets 

Miss MacDonald's rings 

Dr. Anita Dowell's question marks 

Dr. Crabtree's shoes 

Miss Roach's blouses 

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Miss Daniel's skirts 

Miss Barkley's reefer coat 

Miss Rawling's tan corduroy jacket 

Dr. Lynch's raccoon coat 

Miss Hartby's beads 

Mrs. Van Horn and Mrs. Barell's dresses 

Dr. Tansil's red evening dress and coat 

Miss Bader's hankies 

And from the men : 
Dr. West's rings 
Mr. Lembach's smock 
Mr. Miller's color combinations 
Mr. Millar's ties 
Mr. Moser's sport jackets 
Mr. Walther's watch 
Dr. Foster Dowell's shirts 
Mr. Minnegan's tennis shoes 

— Agnes Hicks. 

Fashion Review 

The afternoon of April 8th proved to be a most 
pleasurable one for those clothes enthusiasts who found 
themselves in Richmond Hall Parlor from 4 to 4:45, for 
it was then that Hutzler Brothers Company brought, 
under the sponsorship of the A. C. E., its third annual 
presentation of spring fashion selections. And what a 
grand array of charming creations there were ! To top it 
off, the models were members of our own student body 
and included (prepare yourself, dear reader) such celebri- 
ties as the Messrs. Astrin, Horst, and Culbertson. 

With the exception that one or two of the sports 
costumes looked like three years back, and one formal 
dress seemed a bit reminiscent of the Shirley Temple 
influence, the display was one of smart new designs, 
subtle color combinations, and in a mood of smooth 
sophistication. Costumes which were particularly worthy 
of note are: 

Shrimp pink, tailored slacks of a rayon and wool 
interweave . . . Cunning little playsuits, with detachable 
skirts, featured in gay colors "to keep up the morale." 
Flowers, we learned, are "extremely smart when worn 
with sports clothes." . . Heavy two-piece slacks outfit 
in menswear check with warm salmon toned jacket to 
carry through the color suggested in the overplaid de- 
sign. . . Forward sailors in red straw are becoming 
increasingly popular. . . The new gold-carrot shade and 
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NEWS FROM CAMP 



The letters which are always coming from the boys 
in camp seem to us to furnish very interesting reading 
material. So, here are some more of them. 

Carville Lauenstein who is now at Camp Chaffee, 
Arkansas, always presents an amusing angle about some- 
thing or other. 

". . . The Tower Light came at noon. The articles 
indicate some of us were born a few years too soon. 
What a shame that so many girls are in the market for 
escorts to dances. Things weren't that way when John 
Wheeler, Luther Cox, Edward Johnson, etc., were there. 

"I've been living in a tent and it's been pretty cold. 
Luckily, however, I have a number of blankets to put on 
my bed — the stronger the wind blows and the more it 
snows, the more blankets I use. I'm right up with the 
weather if not anything else. 

"Mr. Moser's being called 'John Barrymore' was very 
amusing . . . only Dr. Dowell could think of such 
things ..." 

Editor's Note: Probably you were born a few years too soon. 
We hope it is much warmer in Arkansas. If not, we may 
dig up a few more blankets. 



Bernard Phelps always sends a heart-warming message 
and we can't refrain from printing it. 

". . .1 enjoyed the articles of the well edited Tower 
Light very much. It was good to hear about all the boys 
and the editorials were fine. There are two professional 
journalists in my tent and they said that the Tower 
Light is one of the best college publications that they 
have had the privilege of reading. Tell them to keep up 
the good work. 

"I organized a chorus of about 20 soldiers and we 
practice at spare moments (which are few). We have 
sung at several morale shows, USO parties, and twice 
over WFLA. One boy has written several songs that have 
been sent to Glenn Miller. . . " 

Editor's Note : We are expecting a telegram any day now from 
from the New York Times soliciting our talent. JAaybe you 
could bring your chorus up for an assembly. 



Jules Clayman, stationed at Fort Benning, Georgia, 
writes : 

". . . Just the other day I received a clipping from the 
Sun which was sent to me by a former Baltimorean. 
I was shocked to learn that Miss Tall had passed away 

APRIL • 1942 



even though I knew she was considerably up in years. 
She seemed so active all the time that one never associated 
the idea of death with her. 

"May I thank you for the copy of the Tower Light. 
I didn't know who had sent it but surmised that Henry 
Astrin, who's my cousin and attending State Teachers, 
had sent it. It certainly brought back the days when we 
looked forward to reading the latest news and reading 
some fine articles. 

"Class No. 13 — Company No. 14 of which I am a 
member here at Officers Training School is now entering 
its fifth week. We certainly are covering ground. I migb'' 
have mentioned it before that this course is considered a 
refresher course but many of us are learning things for 
the first time as well as methods of teaching this subject 
matter. 

"So far — so good. I am hoping to be able to make the 
grade. Those of us making the grade will be commis- 
sioned on May 19th. You would be surprised how we 
wish our life away. We are eagerly looking forward to 
the day when May 19 rolls across the calendar. It can't 
come too soon. 

"My best regards to you. Looking forward to the time 
when I can again visit Towson and say hello. . . " 
o o o 

Solomon Cohen, at Lowry Field in Colorado, sounds 
a little homesick for S. T. C. He writes: 

"... Your second service letter to me arrived recently, 
as interesting as the first. However, its sad news con- 
cerning Miss Tall surprised me no little. The relation- 
ship of ill health to Miss Tall I could not imagine, for 
to me she seemed always to be sound physically, so that 
I thought it nothing for her to meet her daily problems. 

"The newspapers and Mr. Billopp paid her fitting 
tribute. 

"Since leaving school I have always enjoyed the idea 
of going back at least once during the spring time, 
especially for May Day. I'm afraid certain international 
events are attempting to overshadow some of the gradu- 
ates' visits this year. However being away from it has 
only tended to bring the school and its spring surround- 
ings into sharper focus for me. I recall the dogwoods at 
the head of the runway, the apply blossoms, the red 
cardinal (that returns every year) on the blossoms out- 
side of what used to be Mrs. Brouwer's art classroom. . . 

"Thanking you very much for your thoughtfulness 
and wishing you a Happy Easter, I am ..." 
{Continued on page 18) 

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BOOKS 



What Is Your 
Literary L Q. ? 



1. What new novel by John Steinbeck, author of 
Grapes of Wrath is currently being dramatized? 

2. What author famous for her stories of the Florida 
back-country has just completed a new novel entitled 
Cross Creek? 

3. What recent best-seller by Marguerite Steen which 
encompasses several generations will be filmed in the 
near future? 

4. What widely discussed book concerning the prob- 
lems of modern warfare was recently written by 
Lieutenant Colonel W. F. Kernan? 

5. What American Nobel prize winner has written a 
new novel of occupied China called Dragon Seedi 

6. What is the title of the book written by Wallace R. 
Deuel which has been called "the most important 
book of the hour"? 

7. What author famous for his book Wind, Sand, and 
Stars has completed another classic about flying 
called Flight to Arras? 

8. What New England poet published a new volume 
of poems entitled A Witness Free"? 

9- What book concerning Soviet Russia by former U. S. 
Ambassador Joseph E. Davies is taking the place of 
Berlin Dairy on America's reading list? 
10. What new novel has been published by Daphne du 
Maurier, author of 'Rebecca? 

— Mary Di Peppi and Katherine Swain. 
(^Answers on page 19) 



Free Speech Is What YOU 
Make It 

Free Speech in the United States: by Zechariah Chafee, Jr. ; 

Cambridge; Harvard University Press; 1941; pp. xiv, 

634. 
In a war-torn world where the fate of democracy rests 
on the outcome of the present trial by battle, all lovers 
of freedom should be vigilant to defend their precious 
heritage from attacks foreign and domestic. American 
teachers in particular should be keenly aware of the ex- 
tent to which education in this democracy rests on a 
liberal interpretation of the bills of rights in our federal 

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and state constitutions. This means that the competently 
trained teacher should have a thorough knowledge of the 
history and meaning of our civil liberties and should be 
able to recognize instantly all assaults and dangers which 
threaten these essential elements of democratic govern- 
ment. In preparing to fulfill this civic and professional 
duty all American teachers should read this excellent 
volume by Professor Chafee of the Harvard Law School, 
who is probably the outstanding authority on the sub- 
ject of freedom of speech in the United States. This book 
appeared in March, 1941, before our entry into the war, 
but its data and conclusions apply both in peace and war. 

In this volume the author reproduces his earlier book 
Freedom of Speech (1920), certain chapters from The In- 
quiring Mind (1928), and several articles first published 
elsewhere. The new material is found in: (1) a discussion 
of the leading free speech decisions of the United States 
Supreme Court, 1930-1940; (2) a trenchant analysis of the 
Alien Registration Act of 1940 and legislation excluding 
Communists from the ballot; and (3) a consideration of 
"Free Speech Today." The entire work constitutes an 
accurate, penetrating, and scholarly study of the prob- 
lems of legislative policy, administrative practice, and 
constitutional interpretation raised by federal and state 
restrictions on speech and press. 

Particularly timely is Dr. Chafee's analysis of the ob- 
jectionable features of the Alien Registration Act of 1940, 
which "contains the most drastic restrictions on freedom 
of speech ever enacted in the United States during peace, 
(p. 441) Two of the five titles of this act apply to citizens 
as well as aliens. One of these includes a loosely drawn 
federal sedition law which introduces into our federal 
jurisprudence the noxious doctrine of guilt by associa- 
tion. 

It is an ominous portent for the future of civil liberties 
in the United States that "although the Supreme Court 
during the ten years since 1931 has been giving us more 
liberty, yet toward the end of the decade. Congress and 
state legislatures began giving us less." (p. 439) This is 
true despite the fact that we have three reasons for hope 
not available in 1917 in (1) the example of the mistakes 
of 1917-1920, (2) "the terrible warning against the evils 
of intolerance" furnished by contemporary Europe, and 
(3) the successive decisions of the United States Supreme 
Court which have steadily extended the constitutional 
boundaries of our civil liberties. In the last analysis the 
future of civil liberties in this country depends on the cool- 
headedness and tolerance of you and me, that is, the 
average American citizen, who, in our democracy, makes 

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the laws and chooses the officials who enforce them. 
Professor Chafee wrote this book "so that it will be 
intelligible to a man or woman without legal training" 
(p. vii) because he knew that "in the long run the public 
gets just as much freedom of speech as it really wants." 
(p. 564) That is why every citizen and every teacher 
should read what he has written. 

— E. Foster Dowell. 

Dawn Watch in China: by Joy Homer; 1941; Houghton 
Mifflin Company. 

Joy Homer was sent by the Interdenominational 
Church Committee for China Relief to find out exactly 
what is happening in New China. It seems that Free 
China is not just a mixture of guerrillas and air raids. 
True, Miss Homer witnessed wholesale destruction of 
defenseless cities and mass death of their peoples; train- 
load after trainload of wounded soldiers with frozen 
bodies or festering wounds; pot-bellied, hungry, gangrene 
blackened refugees, entire villages down with typhoid, 
dysentery, cholera, or pneumonic plague; men and 
women hacked to death and tossed in heaps. But, ironi- 
cally enough, through it all there is not a word of com- 
plaint, bitterness, or despair from the people of Free 
China. The bombings strenghten their morale and make 
them stand straighter and work harder. There is a certain 
buoyancy and devil-may-care spirit — a strange psycho- 
logical peace. War fronts mean nothing to the Chinese; 
they continue to fertilize, harvest and transport their 
crops just behind the lines. 

For the first time in China's long strange history, she 
has been shaken out of her national complacency; sacri- 
fice has become a national craze. For the first time her 
armies are fighting side by side with her people. There is 
new life in China and perhaps it is typical of the Chinese 
that their vast reconstruction movement should begin 
just at the time they are supposed to be defeated by Japan. 
The 2,000 Industrial Cooperatives producing every com- 
modity necessary for the war are using natural resources 
and keeping teeming throngs of refugees from starvation. 
Mass education for children and adults, rural credit 
societies, new colleges to which students walk hundreds 
of miles, college student propaganda groups, new young 
blood in officialdom, the National Health Administra- 
tion, the New Life Movement for Relief and Education, 
enormous national orphanages — all would have taken 
years to be established and organized were it not for the 
sudden prick of war. As much mileage of roads and rail- 
roads has been built in Free China as existed in all of 
China before the war. 

Miss Homer's fascinating route led her over mined 
railroads, over roads clinging precariously to cliffsides, 
through the rapids of the Yangtze in flimsy sampans. 

APRIL • 1942 



She shows us the appalling, heart-rending scenes of one 
of China's greatest floods; takes us into the communist 
army camps of the north and reveals the communist 
attitudes and influence; shows us the Chinese Christians 
who mold their religion from a need into a way of living. 
Americans as a result of their trade with Japan in bombs, 
munitions, scrap iron, airplane gas have been growing 
rich by the conquest of China; but, apparently, whether 
we deserve it or not we Americans are heroes to the 
Chinese and the reason for it lies in the dribble of funds 
we are sending and the spectacular work of our mis- 
sionaries and mission hospitals. 

Interesting is the treatment of Japanese prisoners when 
taken. They are given excellent food and the best beds 
to sleep in and are assimilated into the army or the 
citizenry. The Chinese know the truth — that the 
Japanese people are not responsible for this war, that they 
are scarcely aware of what is happening in China, that 
even the soldiers fight because they are forced to do so. 
The guilt lies upon the heads of the Japanese military. 
There is no mention of blame in the official slogan of 
Free China, "Fight, Resist, Rebuild Nation!" 

Miss Homer takes us into conquered China also and 
we see the constant blunders of the Japanese there. We 
see that the nature of China's interior creates headaches 
for an invading army. But strongest of all China's 
weapons is the spirit and fire within her people. Japan 
finds herself fighting not an army but an entire population 
which has banded itself into one indestructible unit. 

Perhaps the attitude of the Chinese can be summed up 
in a few words of Marshal Yen from a conversation with 
Miss Homer: "Their people I do not know. Probably I 
would like them. To their military I do but two things — 
I hate them and I thank them . . . Japan our enemy has 
forced us to educate our people. Japan has forced us at 
last to unite. Japan has caused us to be clean and decent 
in our ruling and to take pride in our justice. It is a very 
good joke. Our land is no longer ignorant and helpless. 
Our Japanese friends have waked us up!" 

— John McCauley. 



Date Bait 



"Bix" Wheeler 

Wants them small, but not fragile; attractive without 
admitting it; with a well-rounded personality and a sense 
of humor: — in other words, Bebe-y-fied. 

"Don" Merryman 

Looking for one who is full of life, can take a joke, 
attractive, and a good dancer. 

13 



LuciEN Peters 

Wants one who has to be in by 10:00 P.M. in order that 
he may get enough sleep; preferably a specialist in the 
field of nursing. 

Bart Spellman 

In search of a tip- toe dancer; a near resident of the 
campus so he can take meals with her frequently in 
order to get on the good side of you-know-whom; pref- 
erably a freshman with cheer leading ability. 

Bill Mines 

Wants variety — the spice of life; one who can get a 
Park School "Pass." 

Q. D. Thompson 

Is just an old "wolf" at heart. 

John Locke 

Hopes for a girl interested in photography; one who is 
willing to spend nights at home developing.* 

Roland Fowler 

Admires the extremely rare types of ladies, such as in- 
telligent ones. Agree, Gracie? 

Pete Galley 

Is a pianist. He enjoys teaching his women the chords 
so they'll know their ropes. He strings them along, too. 

Dick Pulse 

Doesn't have to tell what kind he likes, does he? His 
action speaks louder than words. 

Jack Hackman 

Says "good-looking, can dance, and not too extrava- 
gant." 



Narcis Mutton — er — Hutton 
Prefers the sheepish girls. 



— Quentin Thompson. 



*Editor's Note: Developing whatl 



APRIL RAIN 



I like the steady chatter 
Of an early April rain. 
I like to see it spatter 
Against the window pane. 

I like the cheerful chatter 
Of an early April rain. 
I like the gentle patter 
That calms a weary brain. 

— Virginia Dorset. 



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Gifts we would like to give 

To Miss Holt: a new way of punishing students who 
bring periodicals late. 

To Miss Birdsong: a Sherlock to solve the mystery of 
sections' lost papers. 

To Dr. West : A cure for his rheumatism so he can see 
Girls' Demonstration next year. 

To Bill Achley: Another expression for cheesy. 

To the "Running officers": A "How to Win Friends 
and Influence People" course in one easy lesson by J. E. 
Joslin. 

To Refo: A quick knockout decision in favor of one 
side or the other. 

To Miss Roach: A bowling alley on the campus. 

To Leslye Leibowitz: An air mail route (daily of 
course) between J. H. U. and S. T. C. 

To Eileen Bautz and Shirley Hicks: A guide book to 
Washington. 

To Sue Baker: The same success her room-mates have 
had — ask her what is meant. 

To Cook, Herbst, and Hicks : A jeep to ride back and 
forth to Aberdeen in. 

To Kitty Arnold: A paper factory for those bi-daily 
letters. 

To Jean Fisher: A choo-choo train for northern trips. 



Do You Know 

What freshman femme Mr. Lembach has promised to 
keep in mind? Isn't it a coincidence that her initials if 
reversed are the same as his? 

That Ned Logan has found a new flame? She is none other 
than Pat Waddey, the new freshman with the beautiful 
red hair. 

That Dr. Abercrombie has been taking lessons in slang? 
Yes, that venerable lady told a student that she per- 
formed her artificial respiration fairly well but that in 
her "snap off" she was too much of a jerk! 

That many of the girls have taken a sudden interest in — 
well, is it photography or Burton Locke and the dark 
room? 

Who were the originators of the lusty cheers for the 
freshmen that rang from the balcony on Demonstration 
Night? Why none other than three of our six freshmen 
boys! Few but loyal. 

That Rowland Fowler eats wheaties? If in doubt, ask 
anyone who saw Fowler's athletic show on the night 
of the men's revue. 

— The Freshman Towne Crier 
Sees All, knows all, tells all! 

TOWER LIGHT 



S.T.C, Thinks- 



The opinions of the student body were asked on the 
question ' 'Do you think General MacArthur should have 
continued his work on Bataan Peninsula or do you think 
he will be more valuable in Australia?" The following 
is the result of the poll : 

Agnes Hicks, Soph. 1 

"He's better in Australia because he can take the offen- 
sive and have charge of the Philippines, too." 

Catherine Mines, Jr. 2 

"Australia will be the main front of warfare, and as 
supreme commander of the Pacific forces, it is necessary 
that he be there. Besides, his replacement in the Philip- 
pines is competent." 

Theodore Katenkamp, Soph. 3 

"He's going to have a harder job in Australia, but 
he's the best man they could have gotten. He's more 
valuable in Australia because Australia is of greater 
strategic importance." 

Maynard Webster, Soph. 4 

"If anybody can do anything in Australia, he's the one 
to do it. He left competent generals in Bataan to hold 
that place." 

Louise Davis, Fr. 3 

"It was a wise move, since the fate of civilization 
hangs on Australia at this moment, not on the Philip- 
pines." 

Geraldine Hughes, Sr. 3 

"He should be where he can do the most good, and the 
authorities apparently feel that Australia is that place." 

Clara Mae Shelley, Fr. 5 

"He is more useful in Australia. He has a foothold in 
the Philippines but needs to establish one in Australia." 

Marguerite Albers, Fr. 5 

"Australia is the last line of our defense in that 
hemisphere. He can use there his experience gained in 
fighting the Japs in the Philippines." 

Inez Schultz, Jr. 1 

"Wherever he goes, I feel that he is doing all in his 
power for the Allies. When he left the Philippines, 
though, I think our stronghold there collapsed." 

APRIL • 1942 



Mildred Garrett, Sr. 1 

"I don't feel qualified to give an opinion. I know little 
of war strategy." 

Most people wanted to talk about whether or not we 
would have air raids in Baltimore, so we let them talk. 

Jean Wright, Jr. 2 

"I don't think we will have any, but I think we should 
be prepared." 

Henry Astrin, Sr. 4 

"Because of Baltimore's many defense industries and 
its strategic location there is a strong probability that 
we will have serious air attacks." 

Jean Benson, Soph. 1 

"I ardently hope we don't have any air raids, but I 
strongly suspect it won't be 'so peaceful in the country' 
this summer." 

Eleanor Schutz, Fr. 1 

"If the Axis countries decide to raid the U. S., Balti- 
more will be one of the first places attacked since it is 
a strategic point." 

Audrey Pramschufer, Sr. 2 

"It is very unlikely that we will have any raids, and 
if we do, they won't be concentrated on the population." 

Virginia Lee Snyder, Soph. 4 

"We will have raids in the spring; that seems ob- 
vious." 

Patricia Waddey, Fr. 6 

"I thought so at the beginning of the war, but now I 
can't really visualize it. However, I do think we should 
take precautions." 

Virginia Strauss, Sr. 3 

"There is a distinct possibility. They have tried to 
raid the West Coast already, and ours is just as pregnable 
as theirs." 

MiNTA DiEFENDERFER, Jr. 1 

"I'm sure we will as long as the Martin Plant is here. 
Also, Baltimore is an important port on the Atlantic 
coast." 

Harriet Fine, Jr. 2 

"We probably will. We are accessible, there are many 
defense activities here, and we are one of the largest 
cities in the country." 

^MlNDELLE KOHNER. 

IS 



Poetry 



THE YORK ROAD B19 

or 
AM I ON THE RIGHT TRACK 

Blessings on thee, Towson 8, 
Thou faithful, noble car; 
Thou'rt seldom early, always late. 
Good servant that you are. 

Yes, far and near I'll spread your fame. 
My own dear trolley line; 
I love your reeling, swaying frame; 
I love thy track divine. 

I won't forget thy sudden stops — 
Thy color, flashing red; 
Thy comfy seats, like weathered rocks; 
Thy ads above my head. 

In the years beyond, I'll oft recall 
My struggles for a place; 
I'll sing thy praise aloud so all 
May know thy boundless grace. 

I love thy airy scented aisles. 
Thy motto, "Move to rear." 
I love thy plodding o'er the miles — 
Thy motormen, so dear. 

I'll always keep the mem'ry of 
The hours I've spent with you; 
Tho snow cascaded from above. 
You've always staggered thru. 

Yes, ancient trolley, antique line, . 
For you I'm doomed to wait; 
So here's a toast in iodine. 
To you, my Towson 8! 

16 



SPRING 

No one said the snow would go. 
That birds would come again. 
And ice-bound streams would flow 
Released from winter's den. 
No one tells me, yet I know 
When she visits hill and glen 
With her vibrant springtime show 
That mocks the works of men. 
No one tells me; for I see 
New life in the waking earth. 
Trees with bursting buds set free. 
Birds that chorus earth's rebirth. 
I have felt the tang of spring — 
So has every living thing. 

—Virginia Dorsey. 



JENNY HAS EVERYTHING-ALMOST 

Oh, Jenny is pretty, and Jenny is witty. 
And Jenny has bright golden hair. 
And Jenny is clever and never, no, never 
Does Jenny have ever a care. 

Oh, Jenny has glamor, a lovable manner, ^ 

A fresh, young attractive appeal. 

She sings like a glad bird. She knows just the right word 

To end any sorrow you feel. 

Oh, I'm unattractive and not very active. 

My hair is quite dank and too long. 

My wits are too sluggish. My face is too muggish. 

I sing, but the sound is not song. 

Oh, Jenny is sweeter than I. She loves Peter, 
And Peter is all life to me. 
Oh, Jenny is charming — her smile is disarming. 
But I'm all that Peter can see. 

— Margaret Carter. 

TOWER LIGHT 



Teachers Curtail 
Spring Program 



Editor's Note: This article is 
Baltimore "Sun." 



being reprinted from the 



Loss of man power is playing havoc with State 
Teachers College's spring athletic calendar. 

The Schoolmasters have seen men quit the Towson 
campus right and left, many of them going into the armed 
services; tennis and Softball have been dropped and the 
spring program curtailed until it now includes only 
baseball and track. 

Groom Mile Relay 

Further, the track team may compete only in the Penn 
Relays in Philadelphia, April 24 and 25, according to 
Coach Don Minnegan, who said he still is undecided 
whether it will be entered in the Mason-Dixon Con- 
ference meet at Homewood, May 8 and 9- 

The Towsonites will send only a mile relay team to 
Philadelphia, so Minnegan has all his trackmen working 
on the 440-yard distance. John Barehan, an outfielder on 
the baseball team, is the only relay veteran in school, but 
Carlisle Refo, Paul Harris, Casper Boniface, and Warren 
Wendler are promising. 

Six Diamond Tests 

Julius Rosenbaum, veteran runner, is unable to compete 
this year. He is recuperating from an attack of blood 
poisoning. However, he is a baseball candidate for third 
base, a position where he is not called on for too much 
leg work. 

Towson's diamond schedule has been pared to six 
games, two of them with Blue Ridge. Minnegan has 22 
men working out in preparation for the April 7 opener 
at Hopkins. 

Minnegan's only returning veterans are the second base 
duo, John Horst and Quentin Thompson. Both are small 
lads. Horst, however, is a slugger and is being touted as 
the Schoolmasters' power hitter. 

Martin Weiner has first call on the initial hassock, and 
Pulse is out for third base. 

Batterymen Scarce 

Batterymen are not numerous. Harry London, a left- 
hander, who probably will get the call in the opening 
tussle, and Oswald Spellman, an orthodox thrower, are 

APRIL • 1942 



the leading pitchers. They are handled by Bixler Wheeler 
and Lucien Peters. 

Outfield candidates are in abundance, what with 
Mickey Sharrow, Ned Logan, Barehan, Bill Mines, 
Charles Chilcoat, Ken Mays and Narcissus Hutton 
striving for berths. 

The baseball schedule: 

April 7, Hopkins, away; 16, Elizabethtown, away; 21, 
Hopkins, away; 24, Drew, home. 
May 1, Blue Ridge, home; 8, Blue Ridge, home. 



China Cooperates 

Members of the A. C. E. had often heard it said that 
China could never be beaten, because when confronted 
with aggressors, she plods stolidly on in her own way 
until it is the invader who finds himself absorbing the 
culture of the invaded. But on March 10, a group of the 
A. C. E. was brought to a closer realization of this state- 
ment when Mrs. Wagner spoke to the club about a 
less publicized phase of present Chinese life. Mrs. Wagner 
lived in China for several years, and so could give the 
group first-hand information about the steadily growing 
Cooperative Plan. In brief, the Plan embraces many small 
groups of Chinese folk of varied trades who have been 
forced to flee to the interior, leaving all their possessions 
behind them. In a place of refuge, such a group will 
establish a small community, and the different craftsmen 
will immediately begin producing their wares. Since 
many enterprises will be represented, exchange of goods 
among the group is frequent. The surplus is shipped to a 
Cooperative Center and sold. Overhead is practically 
nil. Also, in instances of emergency where large quanti- 
ties of goods are needed quickly by the army, the order 
is given to the Cooperatives. Since they do not function 
on a formal business basis they can stop whatever they 
are doing, rush out the required material, and then pick 
up their own operations where they left off. 

The Cooperative Plan is being expanded as rapidly as 
possible, and with its expansion grows the determina- 
tion and resolve of its participants to be self-reliant, in- 
dustrious Chinese citizens no matter what the opposition. 

— Muriel Frames. 
17 



NEWS FROM CAMP 



(Continued from Page IT) 

Malcolm Davies seems to be doing all right for him- 
self— 

" . . . I am no longer in Americus, Georgia. I've trans- 
ferred, or rather I should say that I was lucky to get one 
of the Navy Civilian Ground Instructor jobs in connec- 
tion with the university training program of training 
naval pilots which no doubt you have seen mentioned 
in the papers. At present I am at Anacostia Naval Re- 
serve Aviation Base teaching Theory of Flight and 
Physics to beginning naval aviators. 

"I now have a chance to get a commission in the 
Naval Reserve (AV-S) (Aviation-Volunteer-Special- 
ist). . . 

■ 'It is really a coincidence that just a year from the day 
I was turned down for aviation flight training at Ana- 
costia I walked through the doors of the same building 
as an instructor. 

"In the meantime since that 'gloomy' day last March 
a year ago I've learned to fly (at least well enough to 
keep myself from getting killed). Spent nine months in 
Georgia at an Army primary flying school teaching RAF 
cadets from England, Argentina and Australia Theory 
of Flight and Powerplants (airplane engines). Then two 
weeks at Chicago at the Navy Teacher-Training Center 
in the biggest vocational school in the world, honestly) 
and now I'm 40 miles from home at this air base. It is 
marvelously interesting work but under the circum- 
stances it would not be the place to say too much about 
it, for it is to be remembered that places like these 
'hatcheries of American eagles* are under quite strict 
censorship. . . 

"One word about my present status: I was deferred 
for the army ground instructor work in Georgia and am 
under the same status at this place (Civil Service). So 
I am not a private nor a seaman but I hope to be an ensign 
if this 'Commission business' goes through. . ." 



DAFFODILS 

Swaying and dancing in the breeze 

Stand the golden daffodils . . . 

With heads upraised to God' s munificence. 

As a shining symbolism of the better world to come 

Victoriously they herald the re-birth of Spring . . . 

Bringing peace and hope to all on earth. 

— Betty Meeth. 

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Flash!!! 





STOP THAT m\ 
III FOR ME 



DO YOU LIKE - - - 
SOFT LIGHTS, 
WISTFUL TUNES, 
BLUES IN THE NIGHT? ? ? ? ? ? 

Sure You Do!!! 

YOU CAN FIND THEM ALL AT THE 

Sophomore Shindig 
May 15 

BOYS, GET YOUR JITTERBUG JANES; 

GIRLS, GET YOUR SLAPSTICK SAMS 
AND DRAG THEM TO THE 

Sophomore Clambake 

LISTEN, GATES, DON'T HIBERNATE 

COME ON OUT 

FOR A GLORIOUS MOONLIGHT COCKTAIL 

AND A ONE O'CLOCK JUMP. 

REMEMBER MAY 19 
FOR TRE TIME OF YOUR LIFE 



TOWER LIGHT 



Geographical Garb Gab 

{Answers to questions on page 10) 

1. Baku, U.S.S.R. 

2. Derby, England 

3. Leghorn, Italy 

4. Paisley, Scotland 

5. Angora or Ankara, Turkey 

6. Cardigan, Wales 
7- Mascara, Algeria 
8. Jodhpur, India 

9- Copenhagen, Denmark 

10. Fez, Morocco 

11. Inverness, Scotland 

12. Malacca, Malay States 

13. Oxford, England 

14. Bokhara, U.S.S.R. 

15. Astrakahn, U.S.S.R. 

16. Damascus, Syria 

17. Hamburg, Germany 



Remember 

Pearl Harbor 
and May the 6th 

THE BIGGEST MAY DAY YET. 

THE BIGGEST COURT. 

THE MOST FRIVOLOUS FROLIC. 

THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE. 

BE SURE TO COME AND BRING THE FAMILY. 

ALSO BRING A MAN IF YOU HAVE ONE. 

BRING ANYBODY. 

SEE YOU THERE. 



Won't You Read? 



"Up: up: my friend, and quit your hooks 
Or surely you'll grow double: 
Up: up: my friend and clear your looks; 
' Why all this toil and troublel 

' 'Books: 'tis a dull and endless strife: 
Come, hear the woodland linnet. 
How sweet his music: on my life, . 
There' s more than wisdom in it." 

I agree with Wadsworth, don't you? You don't — 
well, that is because you have never really gone for 
a hike in "God's beautiful world!" Each month 
the Natural History Group sponsors a hike. This 
month we are going to Woodlawn; in May — the 
treat of the year — a hike to Scientists Cliffs. You 
may join us if you like. 

STOP! LOOK AT THE 
BULLETIN BOARDS!! 



Books 



^Answers to questions on page 11) 



10 correct — excellent 

8 correct — good 

6 correct — fair 
1. The Moon Is Down 
1. Marjorie K. Rawlings 

3. The Sun Is My Undoing 

4. Defense Will Not Win the War 

5. Pearl Buck 

6. People Under Hitler 

7. Antoine De Saint Exupery 

8. Robert Frost 

9. Mission to Moscow 
10. Frenchman's Creek 



APRIL 



1942 



19 



INDEX TO ADVERTISERS 

Bank of Baltimore County 21 

Esskay Meat Products 24 

Green Spring Dairy 24 

The Hirshberg Company 24 

Hochschild, Kohn & Co 24 

Hutzler Brothers Co 20 

The Knitting Needle 21 

Mace Produce Company 23 

Maryland Hotel Supply Company 21 

Mason's Service Station 21 

The Second National Bank of Towson 22 

Stewart's Personal Service 21 

The Towson National Bank 21 

The Towson Theater 24 

The John Trockenbrot Company 23 



The World of Fashion 

{Continued from page 10) 

large plastic bags are current favorites . . . Tan herring 
bone sports coat, single breasted, three leather buttons, 
AND cufHess trousers ... A simple dull blue and brown 
print, with benedictine brown jacket of butcher's linen 
and accessories of same shade . . . Plastics, wood, seeds 
and nuts, are taking the place of metal jewelry. . . A 
black grosgrain topper trimmed in white plastic. . . 
Gray diagonal tweed, exhibiting lapel and vest, but no 
cuffs. . . Glamour black with scattered cherry cluster 
print made a striking afternoon costume with large black 
straw and plastic bag. . . Turf tan full length butcher's 
linen coat over print dress. . . Deep midnight blue, 
double breasted tuxedo for formal wear. . . Navy dotted 
Swiss formal . . . Embroidered eyelet cottons for evening 
wear. 

The models were Ruth Werner, Kay Peltz, Doris 
Kehm, Betty Carroll, June Stephan, Virginia Strauss, 
Ann Fry, John Horst, Henry Astrin, and Warren Cul- 
bertson. 

20 



And Now That Spring 
Is Here 

I like— 
The view from Miss Birdsong's window 
The concerts in the Little Theatre 
Miss Tansil's desk 
Agnes Kernan's lunch 
The influx of regimental pins 
Bill Achley's naive way of blushing 
Frances Shores' wit 

The informality of Mr. Miller's classes 
No. 86 mailbox 

The reports on the New York trip 
The rise of the gym 
The "box-seats" in the bookshop 
The keep-ofF-the-grass sign in the Campus School 
The Tower Light (this is not apple-polishing) 
Mr. Moser's eraser-technique 

But I don't like — 

The half-million people at the Army Day parade and a 
half-section in class 

The unflattering snapshots of the May Court candidates 
which were in the display case 

The 8:30 classes that use-ta-was 

Memories of the coke machine 

Swarms of tests at the end of semesters 

Our no-cut system 

— A. H. 



GOING to the GARDEN PARTY? 

You'll want a lovely filmy dress to wear, of 
course. In these days it would be wise to select 
a double-duty dress, one that can be worn to 
informal dinners and U. S. O. dances. See the 
collection of smart garden frocks in 

THE COLLEGIENNE SHOP 

and 

MISSES' DRESS SHOP 

Second floor 

HUTZLER BPQTtlERS % 



TOWER LIGHT 



Tid-Bits 



A Hand-Me-Down Book for coming generations of 
Students has been inaugurated at this college to record 
unique experiences and philosophizings of Juniors and 
Seniors recently or currently involved in Student Teach- 
ing. It will be accessible to all students in Miss Barkley's 
reference. Your contribution is welcomed, if you have 
"been out," and have something helpful, heartening or 
harrowingly frank to say on the subject. 



If this April issue reached you sometime in May, bear 
with us. Crowded schedules, spring fever, and EXCES- 
SIVE UNCOOPERATION of the staff are responsible. 
. . . You may expect the next two issues in quick suc- 
cession. 

— Ye Editors. 



For VICTORY 




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SPORT CLOTHES 



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COMPANY 

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Betholine - Richfield Gasoline 

Official AAA Station 

24-Hour Service 

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APRIIj 



1942 



21 



PLATE INVENTORY 



With spring here and all our thoughts turning to love 
fancies, you know that the kind of songs you're singing 
are of that inspired mood. And the best one and the sure 
winner for a topnotcher is When the Roses Bloom Again. 
Vince Lopez, who is the piano-keyer, has a very slow, 
smooth, sweet-smelling one. Glenn Miller's version is 
potently G. M., and Jimmy Dorsey lets Bob Eberle go 
a la moody — I like it! 

Did I tell you how partial I am to Miss You and I 
Don't Want to Walk Without Youl Well, they're still quite 
okay by me, but a newer one is Sometimes. Tommy Dorsey 
lets the listeners get blue about the whole thing. Vince 
Lopez puts all into it, and Bea Wain's is just plain good. 

How do you all like Lamp-lighter s Serenadel When you 
have an extra three minutes to spare, draw up a chair and 
concentrate on it. While I concentrated, there were a 
few phrases that stuck for some reason. "He lights every 
star in the sky," and then, "He sprinkles her heart with 
magic." Bing Crosby has made a recording of it and it is 
quite characteristic. Glenn Miller's is neat. 

Here's a tip-off from one of those Dartmouth men — 
"to dash right down to the nearest record shop and spend 
your 38 cents for Harry James' Skylark." The excerpt was 
to B. J. B. and said, "You probably won't like it for the 
first few times, but wait until it starts to grow on you." 
Bing Crosby's is good, too. 

In the past month Jimmy Dorsey has been wasting no 
time waxing these plates. Helen O'Connell's It's Some- 
body Else's Moon (we're writing to Aunt Ada to find out 
just why) is worth getting. Phil Washburn sings 'Taint 
No Good, and this is a two-sided record. The hit of the 
month seems to be that society Tangerine. Helen O'Connell 
and Ray Eberly surely go to town with that one. 

After listening to Charlie Spivak at the Hipp, I 
couldn't help telling you about his Dear Mom — it is by 
far the best. The Stardusters were plenty potent with 
their I Surrender, Dear. Some new one of somebody's old 
classic arranged by the piano player was really solid.* 
His You Made Me Love You is well a promoter for palpita- 
tions. Gosh! 



W^t ^econb i^ational 
of t^otosion, iMb. 



Connee Boswell's Sweethearts Are Strangers and White 
Cliffs of Dover were good. 

I like Freddy M.a.nin' s Johnny Doughboy, and could this 
be an influence of our troops in Ireland? You all listen and 
see. Another is Hey There, Mister, and it is a novelty one 
about the fleet being in. 

He also did a super job on You Can't Hold a Memory in 
Your Arms. This isn't too draggy, yet it is soft and the 
cute lyrics are very easily understood. Woody Herman's 
is smooth. 

Lanny Ross is rapidly coming ahead, too. His I'll Pray 
for You is quite breath-taking and a trifle on the melan- 
choly side, but not too much so. The Andrews Sisters 
don't make it reverent enough. Blue Shadows and White 
Gardenias is a scenic speciality for spring dates. Ah! 

Listen for: Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree, My Sombrero, 
You Stayed Away Too Long, All Through the Night, Some- 
body Else Is Taking My Place, Who Wouldn't Love You, 
Smiling Through the Tears. I will elaborate on them next 
time. 

Just remembered to tell you that Kay Kyser's theme. 
Thinking of You, is great. Think I'll reminisce for a while 
now. . . . 
O'H. 

*It's "Elegy." 



"June" 
Week 



May 21 — The President's Garden Party for Seniors. 

May 29 — Senior Prom. 

May 30 — Alumni Day. 

May 31 — Baccalaureate, 4:00 p. m. 

June 1 — Class night. 

June 2 — Commencement, 3:00 p. m. 



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In my first grade class at school 
Was a little hoy named Jim. 
He had black hair and eyes. 
So 1 jell in love with him. 

But in the second grade 
I forgot about my Jim; 
For I met a boy named Henry, 
And I fell in love with him. 

When at last I got to third grade. 
There was a boy named Sid. 
I decided I wouldn't fall in love. 
But I really think I did. 

In fourth grade I resolved 
That I would really try 
To stay completely neutral; 
And then along came Guy'. 

In fifth grade, third row, first seat 
Sat a blond-haired boy named Ted. 
And I was quite enraptured 
By every word he said. 

The sixth grade found me wond'ring . . 
Was it really worth it all? 
I was sure by then that boys were dopes. 
And then I met him . . . Paul! 

In seventh grade I knew for sure 
I'd never love again. 
I'd met the one, the only one. 
This time his name was Ken. 

But when the eighth grade rolled around, 

I was really in a state; 

For the cutest boy named Larry 

Kept asking for a date. 

At last I was in high school. 
(Though ninth grade's pretty low.') 
I found my heart' s desire. 
I thought the world of Joe. 

In second, third, and fourth years, 
Romance passed me by. 
The answer' s purely local . . . 
I went to Eastern High. 

And now I am in college. 
This love must really last 
His namel Well, that's a secret. 
But it's so different from the past. 



— G. G. 



APRIL • 1942 



23 



The Glen 



Have you been down in the Glen lately? We have! It 
certainly is a sorry sight. What has happened to our 
beautiful trees and shrubs? The Glen looks as bare as 
Mother Hubbard's cupboard. The last snow storm — you 
say. Why hasn't something been done about it since? 
If you want to know what trail you're on you first have 
to hunt around for the sign — you can still find the posts 
but where are the signs? The shelters are no better. They 
are littered with paper, old branches, cigarette butts and 
numerous other articles of trash. The paths look more 
like pioneer trails than the well kept trails they used to 
be. And are those bridges supposed to be swinging 
bridges? We thought the Glen was something to be en- 
joyed and a sort of haven but it looks like havoc! 

We're not complaining for the sake of complaining. 
We want something done and are ready to help do it. 

— Irritated Idas. 
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Mav • 1942 



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GERMANS OR JAPS, storms or ice . . . you've got 
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bombers across the ocean to the battle-front. You 
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above are Camel smokers. (Names censored by 
Bomber Ferry Command.) The captain (nearest 
camera), a Tennessean, says: "I smoke a lot in this 
job. I stick to Camels. There's less nicotine in the 
smoke. And Camels taste great!" 

STEADY SMOKERS STICK TO 

CAMELS 

There's LESS NICOTINE 

in the smoke 

The smoke of slower-burning Camels contains 28% 
less nicotine than the average of the 4 other largest- 
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WITH THESE MEN 'WHO FLY BOMBERS, it's Camels all the 
time. The co-pilot of this crew (name censored), (second from 
left, above) says: "I found Camels a milder, better smoke for 
jne in every way. And that grand flavor never wears out its wel- 
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CONTENTS 

Page 

Memorial Day: 1942, Editorial .... 1 

Needed: A Remedy, Editorial 2 

The Talk of the Campus 3 

Memorial Exercises for Dr. Tall .... 4 

Are College Campuses Godless? .... 4 

College Events ....... 5 

Courage 6 

My Mind Is Still Wandering 7 

News from Camp 8 

Now, Now, Mr. Miller! 9 

Study in Unreality ...... 9 

Smile A Little, Please 9 

Open Forum 10 

Good Intentions 11 

Senior Sonneteer 11 

Six Moral Victories 12 

Plate Inventory 13 

Eda Quette 14 

Index to Advertisements 14 

Should You Do£d It? 15 

The Expressionist Painter 16 

Advertisements 14-16 

Cut on Page 1 by Ralph Barrett. 



THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly publica- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 




Memorial Day: 1942 

Another Memorial Day has come- -a 
tim.e of m,em.ory of those who have died 
for our country. This year^ however, the 
Day of Tribute will have double signifi- 
cance. The respect and admiration we 
feel for the heroes of the past will be 
supplemented by thoughts of praise for 
the living heroes of the present, who are 
again fighting for the intangible thing 
known as right. 



Needed: A Remedy 



IN THE future better measures must be taken to "remem- 
ber student teachers." These brave mortals bid a tempo- 
rary fare-thee-well to our stately halls. They do not relinquish 
their concern with college affairs. On the contrary, they are 
still entitled to every duty and every privilege, to all the col- 
lege life that the remain-at-coUege-class-sitters maintain. Most 
particular care should be taken that the student teachers have 
every opportunity to cast their vote in elections, the results 
of which may affect them. Recently, much dissatisfaction has 
resulted from negligence along this line. 

Student teachers spend most of their Mondays here at 
college in getting materials and attending conferences but 
for some reason not clear, notices sent to their sections are 
often mislaid or forgotten. Consequently, they are frequently 
uninformed of elections. 

Let us consider a specific case — one of the junior sections 
which was student teaching from February to April. In one 
of the Monday conferences, a notice was read to the effect that 
the section could vote for Student Council officers that after- 
noon. Weary and worn, the student teachers trudged faith- 
fully up to the booths to make use of their "privilege." The 
persons in charge of voting were vague; "We weren't told 
that you could vote now," they said, "We don't even have 
your ballots here." Undaunted, the would-be citizens visited 
the Student Council room; no one was there to help them. 
When they could afford no more time, they went home 
without having indicated their choice of candidates. How- 
ever, another opportunity opened later; a principal candi- 
date for office dropped out and Student Council final elec- 
tions were held again. But by that time, all of the student 
teachers were having individual teaching days; none had to 
report to college on Mondays; and elections went merrily 
along without them. 

This section contains a high percentage of college-inter- 
ested students, students who have spent much time in val- 
uable contributions to the Student Council. We need the 
voting opinions of such people. 

The same student teachers did not have a finger in the 
choosing of the May Court; nominations and elections were 
kept a Dark Secret from them. However, it is common knowl- 
edge that votes cast for the "beauties'" by students right here 
at college were notable for their scarcity. We all realize that 
choosing on the basis of pulchritude is not very important; 
practically all our girls could serve. But Student Council 
officials are another matter; they have power — and as much 
power over the hapless student teachers who could not vote 
as over those who could. 

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That is the problem. The solution.'' Elections are lield on 
Mondays to facilitate voting by student teachers; yet, as lias 
been proved, they do not vote. A larger factor seems to be 
the PLACE element (except for county student teachers who 
can more easily get out to college). Voting by proxy might 
get better results; better still . . . voting by mail. The 
trouble and time necessary for sending and receiving ballots 
would be justified by an increase in student voting. And the 
usually ignored "bravers of the storm" would be vastly en- 
heartened to feel that their college was interested in hearing 
their say on important matters. 



Hope 



Gripping, icy fingers tightly held us 

And we surrendered, for escape was futile. 

Alas! We are but mortal men in the tempest of life! 

Winter had come again her force to spend 

And inflict upon us her deathly wounds. 

Yes — winter and war — sought us out for fierce batrie. 

But we see hope in future days 

For the heralds of spring have come. 

And in Nature we find solace and quietude. 

— Betty Meeth. 





THE 


STAFF 






EDITORS 


ART 






Frances Shores 


Ralph Barrett 






Patricia Herndoh 

NORIIA KiRCKHOFF 


GENERAL LITERATURE 






Jean Connor 


Jeanette Ulrich 
Dorothy Kapi) 
Helen Pross 






BUSINESS MANAGER 

Betty CaiToU 
Virginia Blocher 


John McCauley 

Agnes Hicks 

Warren Wen<Uer 

Fredrica Biederniann 

Ellen Elste 






ADVERTISING 


Catherine Swain 






Muriel Frames 


POLICY BOARD 

Dr. Ruth Lynch, ChairnKiti 






CIRCULATION 


Miss Margaret Barhley 
Miss Pearle Blood 






Dorothy Wcller 


Miss Hazel Woodward 






Margaret Gunuells 


Mr. Brandford Millar 





TOWER LIGHT 



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I The Talk 
of 
the Campus 



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"I read 
In a book 
That a man called 
Christ 
Went about doing good. 

"It is very disconcerting to me 
That I am so easily 
Satisfied 
With just 
Going aboufci" 



I UNDERSTAND THAT SOME OF THE JUNIORS 
have been having personal conferences about their student 
teaching. Perhaps as they wait outside the supervisor's door, 
they feel as Margaret Halsey did when she said in With 
Malice Toward Some, "My knees were trembling like cap- 
tured things and were just about as cooperative." 



MAYBE WE CAN CORRELATE SUMMER COURSES 
and China relief. It looks as if the girls in the dorm won't be 
able to do their own v/ash, and will have to support a Chinese 
laundry in Towson. 



AFTER THEIR EXPERIENCE IN TUESDAY ASSEM- 
blies, some of our students should be qualified to fill the 
places of Clifton Fadiman and his team, or of the members 
of "Town Hall." 



I WONDER WHAT IT IS THAT MAKES OUR BIG, 
strong, athletic, Einstein-minded men "grow pale" and "as 
humble as the litde child".? (Music?) That's all right, fel- 
lows. Your existence is justified. At last you give the girls 
a chance to smile smugly. 



TEACHERS ARE BEING ASKED TO DO EVERY- 
thing, lately. Just be glad it hasn't gotten around to giving 
out gas masks. 

DO* 

IF THINGS KEEP UP, YOUNG HUSBANDS WILL 
have to sit up watching their cars instead of their infants. 



WITH JUNIORS TAKING SENIOR PHILOSOPHY IN 
the mix-up of accelerated programs, even they could "get" 
the point when Skippy (of the Sunday American) fought 
over a copy of Kant's Critique of Pure Reason. 



IN THESE DAYS OF HURRY AND WHATNOT ALL 
members of the household are apt to be away when certain 
"callers" appear. So this correspondent has taken to reading 
the gas and electric meters herself. Preparation for the future.? 
(It was accurate, too. We got the bill.) 



IF YOU HAVEN'T READ LIN YUTANG'S LOVE AND 
Irony, do it (a mere suggestion). With his sense of humor 
and his clarifying of his own thoughts on life, he helps us 
maintain balance and the right perspective in our own lives. 



CERTAIN LITERATURE CLASSES MIGHT EVEN 

turn to advice for the lovelorn, or such. Some "lines" have 

already been used to advantage. (Ex.: "A thing of beauty is a 

joy forever.") Come to classes. Get some ideas. Then, get 

your (girl or man). 

e • • 

DURING THE INDUCTION SERVICES ON MAY 
Day, it was pointed out that the students of STC have 
awakened from apathy to energetic acceptance of new re- 
sponsibilities. They may have felt what George Small ex- 
presses in these lines: 



THERE'S NOTHING LIKE STUDENT TEACHING 
to bind together the hearts of fellow-students. Each of us 
has a new respect for the other after coming through the 

"ordeal." 

• • • 

THERE ARE SEVERAL GOOD YOUTH CONFER- 
ences being held during these spring and early summer 
months. Not only do they renew a faith to which each of 
us can hold, but they present an intelligent oudook on cer- 
tain problems of the day through well-informed, dynamic 
people. — D. K. 



MAY 



1942 



Memorial Exercises For Dr. Tall 



H 



OW fortunate are we who have called her 'Friend'!" 
This was the sentiment prevalent among those who 
gathered at the college on Sunday, April 26, to pay tribute 
to the memory of Dr. Lida Lee Tall. 

The formal exercises opened with the singing of "Abide 
With Me," followed by the Invocation delivered by Reverend 
Henry B. Lee, Rector of Trinity Protestant Episcopal Church, 
Towson. The College Glee Club then sang "The Lord's 
Prayer" by Malotte, a song which Dr. Tall always regarded 
as a source of inspiration and comfort. 

Dr. Wiedefeld announced that the name of the Campus 
School had been changed to the Lida Lee Tall School. It is 
fitting that such a dedication should be made. The elementary 
school is a tangible evidence of Dr. Tail's devotion to her 
profession, for only as a result of Dr. Tail's vision and per- 
severance did the plans for an elementary school building on 
the college campus become a reality. 

The children of the elementary school, paying tribute to 



the memory of the woman for whom their school has been 
named, oflered as their contribution to the memorial exer- 
cises Brahms' Lullaby and Still, Still With Thee from the 
"Consolation," by Mendelssohn. 

Dr. Tall not only prescribed to the ideals of justice, in- 
tegrity, fortitude and high intellectual attainment, but prac- 
ticed them and won others to their adoption. Above all, she 
stressed the necessity of facing reality, and of completing a 
task no matter how difficult it seemed. It is this belief of 
Dr. Tail's which we must practice now if we are to meet 
the difficulties we are facing. This was the message delivered 
by Mr. John Fischer, President of the Alumni Association, 
in his address, "Truth Multiplied on Truth." 

Light, Gracious Glotv, by Grieg-Bornschein, was sung by 
the Glee Club, followed by Sibelius' Finlandia, a favorite of 
Dr. Tall. The exercises closed with the singing of For All the 
Saints, by Barnby, followed by the Benediction pronounced 
by the Reverend Mr. Lee. 

— Catherine Swain. 



Are College Campuses Godless? 



THERE HAS been a rather widespread criticism of 
colleges and universities for their alleged lack of re- 
ligious principles. This criticism is cast at the schools mainly 
by those who confuse religious faith with religious dogma. 
There are many movements of a spiritual nature being 
fostered on college campuses throughout this nation, but 
perhaps this is being done too quietly and by too few. 

Our own Student Christian Association has been a minor 
organization in the eyes of some of our fellow students but 
those of us who have actively worked in it have derived many 
benefits from it. Our Chapel and Vesper Services, our aid to 
freshmen, the raising of funds for relief campaigns, conduct- 
ing informal discussions, managing a "candy room" for 
hungry dorm students, and fostering certain social functions 
all have brought us valuable and happy experiences. Other 
benefits of great value for ourselves and for our college have 
come through our participation in S. C. A. intercollegiate 
activities, especially with colleges in this immediate area, with 
Goucher, Hood, Morgan, Johns Hopkins, and Western Mary- 
land. Nine of our representatives attended a recent intercol- 



legiate conference held at Morgan College. Not so many 
could attend more distant conferences this year, but Kay 
Emmart represented us at the National Assembly held at 
Miami, Ohio, during the Christmas holidays and Anna 
Pruess, Dorothy Tucker, Elizabeth Wineholt, Miss Yoder, 
and Miss Bersch represented us at the Regional Conference 
held in the Pocono Mountains in March. These intercollegiate 
activities of our S. C. A. result from our membership in the 
Student Christian Movement of the Middle Adantic States, 
an integral part of the National Intercollegiate Christian 
Council. This N. I. C. C. belongs to the National Student 
Christian Movement, and this, with twenty-two others from 
twenty-two other countries, forms the World Student Chris- 
tian Federation. Thus our S. C. A. maintains direct relations 
with a Christian movement among the students of the whole 
world. Thousands of students are actively engaged in this 
religious movement on the campuses of the world. It is 
striking evidence of the presence of strong religious prin- 
ciples and of active religious faith among students. Join us, 
and make the evidence still more striking. — E. H. 

TOWER LIGHT 



College Events 



CORONATION PLUS! MAY DAY, 1942! ALL THE 
usual, but never tedious, excitement: Freshmen awaiting what 
is for them a new event. Sophs and Juniors dashing about 
in final prep for their dances. Seniors identified by a note of 
calm (?) except for members of the royal retinue. Children 
a-buzz with the occasion. Colorful costumes, fragile dresses, 
and flowers, flowers everywhere. Flowers for the decorative, 
balloons for the carefree, refreshments for the wilted. In one 
breath we present this last glimpse of May 6, 1942. 



WHEN DID YOU SEE YOURSELF LAST IN TECH- 

nicolor? Was that also on May 6} It's quite possible, y'know, 
with Mr. Crooli on the premises, and especially when our 
favorite films of other May Days are flashed in Assembly. 
Wonder what we'll think of them next year? Oh, well, STC 
never stops trying. Who knows, some day a talent scout may 
be lurking on the premises, too. 



ANOTHER MAY 6 HEADLINE — INSTALLATION 
Day. Things always happen around Ye Old College in 
bunches. Here were three items in one day — think of it! 
This one had a touch of the solemn and hopeful about it, 
for STC found itself with a technically new Student Council 
organization. Technically, because new leaders were installed. 
Not-so-technically because the competent Mr. Astrin and his 
worthy cohorts, although bowing gracefully out, still remain 
to help things along (sort of a backstage technique). May 
the efforts of the officers who are leaving be continued and 
reinforced by our new "fuehrers." Just remember — our 
officers can only be as good as their followers, and that means 
US! 

# * « 

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! THAT FRUSTRATED GROUP 
of students among the pioneers batding their way through 
four years' work in three and one-half, have also made some 
final choices. In one month, the Seniors-to-be will have set 
their house in new order. For full details about any future 
activities quiz Marvel Williams, President-elect. Congratula- 
tions, and we hope you make it! (Translation for the Frosh: 
"Junior elections are over.") 



SORRY, BUT THE LIBRARY IS THE NEAREST 
thing we have to a travel bureau. But if you insist on getting 
around (geographically) keep on tuning in on our weekly 
assemblies. First we got a really interesting and humanistic 



"low-down" on a fighting China. Imagine moving STC 
several hundred miles every once in a while to avoid being 
"levelled off" by bombs from the Son of Heaven! The best 
part of the assembly was that it wasn't a fairy story or a fic- 
tion thriller, but a simple retelling of actual events by one 
who was there. Now we're rooting for "Terry and the 
Pirates" more than ever! 



IF YOU WANT A NICE PEACEFUL AND UNSTRA- 
tegic place to settle down in, don't choose the Mediterranean 
region. As we discovered on April 27, this area has always 
been one of contest and struggle, as it is today. Don't ask 
us to explain all this, please; it would take the whole T. L. 
and then some. Just keep your ears open, and your brain 
receptive and keep in touch with this spot, just in case things 
cool off, and you really do want to go there. 



BUENOS NOCHES, SENORES AND SENORITAS. 
Never mind what all that means. The point is that this in- 
stitution is definitely getting glamour in a South American 
way, tremendously helped along by the Glee Club's delightful 
Latin-American Program on Monday, May 4. Just to refresh 
your memory, here are the titles of some of the songs we 
heard: 

Carmencita, Ay, Ay, Ay, Estrellita, Tropic Gardens, La 
Paloma, La Golondrina, Chiapanecao, La Cucaracha, River, 
River, and Que Lejos Estoy. We hereby present a dozen South 
American orchids to Miss Weyforth and all those who 
worked so hard to make the program so enjoyable. Note: 
Why can't all females around here be duplicate Senorita 
Madrigal Nieto's and will her appearance stimulate an 
influx in the Spanish classes? Odds are now being taken. 



JUST TO KEEP YOU AWAKE UNTIL THE NEXT 
edition of the Tower Light, watch for developments from 
those questionnaires the students filled out concerning the 
college program, the curriculum. Let's hear what you think 
about it. 



WHAT WELL-KNOWN GROUP OF STUDENTS 
have recently evolved a new type of philosophy known as 
"Trapism"? Can YOU uncover their motive in life? What 
brainy individual has the answer already? 

— Helen Pross. 



MAY 



1942 



COURAGE 



"TT'S JUST one of those things," she said — "I've learned 
JLto be brave from it." Brave! In mute admiration I turned 
away — and shame was in my heart. 

I remember so clearly the first time I met Anne. It was 
last summer and I was a naive beginner in that complex busi- 
ness organization known as the "5 and 10." My counter was 
in the basement — with a jolly set of girls as workmates. It 
was, perhaps, the second day of my venture and I was timidly 
chanting that cry of "8" to get the attention of the floor- 
walker for change. Instead of our handsome boss accommo- 
dating me, one of the older girls came up. "Change?" — 
she smiled briefly and extended her hand for the bill. In one 
quick look I saw the pale, blemished face, the tightly-pulled, 
unflattering hair style, the deep-set, heavily-ringed eyes. She 
looks tired, I thought, and asked my counter-boss her name. 
"Just Anne," she informed me. "Everyone calls her that. 
Charge of electrical fixtures." The name and the person 
receded into the subconscious as a domineering customer's 
voice demanded my attention. 

Then one day as I was straightening little boys' overalls 
and "all-overs," a pair of large brown eyes suddenly peered 
above the counter edge; a shock of unruly black hair topped 
a freckled face. "Hello," the apparently bodiless individual 
said. 

"Hello," I returned. "May I help you?" 

"Nup — that's just what I was going to ask you." 

"Are you the new floorwalker?" I asked, in an awful at- 
tempt at kidding the little fellow along. 

"Nup" — all seriousness — "I just like to help. Must go 
back and see all my girl friends now" • — and the little ap- 
parition disappeared as quickly as it had come. 

"Who was that?" I asked my ever-patient co-worker. 

"That's Anne's little son, Jimmy — cute little boy, isn't 
he? He always comes down to help all his 'girl friends' and 
we love to have him." I was shocked — Anne's little son! 
Anne — of electric bulbs and lamps; Anne — of sallow 
complexion and unimpressive appearance; Anne — mother 
of that dear little boy. It was pure incongruity — I thought. 

After I had become used to viewing Anne in the light of 
motherhood, I began to ask unobtrusive questions about 
her. To my great surprise I learned that she was not living 
with her husband and that she had to work to support 
Jimmy who was, naturally, the whole of life to her. When I 
learned, in addition, that she had a "dear friend" who wanted 
to marry her, my romantic imagination ran riot. "Why does 
she hesitate to give Jimmy a father?" I innocently inquired. 
Because her religion forbids divorce — was the intimated 
answer. What a hapless situation, I mused. And perplexed 

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over the lack of a "they lived happily ever after" ending 
to the life story I had uncovered, I went back to the overalls. 

It was about four days before Easter when I saw Anne 
again for the first time since I had stopped work at the "5 
and 10" at Christmas time. My family and I were coming 
home from evening church; just as we passed the gasoline 
station which marks the extreme entrance to our avenue, I 
recognized a familiar figure walking slowly and, apparently, 
aimlessly in our direction. "Wait," I asked my uncle, "I see 
someone I know and we could give her a lift to her home." 
I climbed out of the car and waited for Anne as she came 
walking up. "Remember me?" — I was almost sure that she 
would have forgotten by this time. In the dim light of a dis- 
tant lamppost I saw the tired eyes lift to my face. Then — 
"Yes," came the quiet answer, "you're Norma." 

She seemed pleased at the offer of the ride to her home, 
and I proceeded to introduce her to my family. We talked — 
during the few blocks' ride - — of things pertaining to the 
store and the various people we knew in common. Then, 
just as we reached Bertram Avenue, I remembered an im- 
portant topic on which we had not touched. As Anne started 
to climb out of the car, I asked — glowing with my thought- 
fulness — "And how is your little boy, Anne?" She straight- 
ened slowly as she stepped to the pavement and when she 
turned her pale, grief-stricken face to me, I had a premoni- 
tion of the dreadful thing she would say. "I buried him last 
week," came the reply in a clear, unemotional voice. 

It is just like a story — ran through my mind in those first 
few seconds of unlimited amazement and incredulity. "I'm 
so sorry." I inadequately stammered — "How did it happen?" 

"He had rheumatic fever — and didn't get better," she 
said quietly. I had no answer; my condolences stayed closed 
in my heart through sheer inability to voice them. A quick 
picture of the little, brown-eyed, rosy-cheeked fellow — and 
"he is the light of her life" — flashed before me. 

Anne was speaking again. "It happened suddenly; I went 
back to work immediately" — then, as I could manage noth- 
ing except a sympathetic murmur, she added, "It's just one 
of those things. I've learned to be brave from it." 

Brave! The sheer courage and magnanimity of spirit 
shining through the eyes of the bereaved mother made me 
ashamed. The petty and trivial matters which so often we 
make important in daily living amount to hypocrisy in the 
light of such extreme tribulation. Yet Anne had survived — 
had buried the brightest part of her life — and had gone 
back to sell lamp shades. There are so few of us who could 
say, "I lost something precious last week," and continue to 
wear the smile of courage before our fellowmen. 

TOWER LIGHT 



My Mind Is Still Wandering 



by Jeanette V. Ulrich 



YES, IN spite of several term papers, lengthy reading 
assignments, and all the extra-curricular activities associ- 
ated with being a senior, my undisciplined mind still insists 
on considering subjects foreign to the academic sphere of 
thought. For the past several weeks I have quite frequently 
wandered off on the subject of LOVE. Considering the num- 
ber of seniors who have taken the fatal step into matrimony 
and the overwhelming number of students flashing diamonds 
in envious eyes, it seems about time someone said something 
on the subject. 

Many thoughts come to mind as the magical word is con- 
templated: the greatest of these is love ... in the spring a 
young man's fancy . . . purely a glandular phenomenon . . . 
a psychological bond between individuals . . . everyone 
loves a lover ... all other pleasures are not worth its 
pains . . . gives to every power a double power ... a de- 
ception practiced upon the individual by the race . . . the 
most interesting of all forms of human experience . . . love 
springs eternal in the human breast (or is that hope?). Each 
person could probably think of a dozen relevant phrases that 
express what other people have thought and said of love. 

It is my opinion, however, that few people seriously con- 
sider its origin, symptoms, results, or meaning. Ask the next 
person you meet his definition of love. Perhaps you'll get 
the quaint answer, "If you have a pain around the heart that 
isn't indigestion, a light head that isn't the result of alcoholic 
intoxication, and a spring in your step that isn't the result 
of 'Air-Flow' shoes — Boy! You've got it!" Then again you 
may receive the answer I did from a faculty member who 
exclaimed, "Oh, you're always asking me the hardest ques- 
tions!" and skillfully evaded the issue. It's quite possible 
you may strike a few people who give sensible, though per- 
haps inadequate, answers such as the one from E. V.: "Find- 
ing in someone else that which you admire better than your- 
self." Or as E. B. expressed it, "A mutual understanding and 
respect." Says E. E., "It's based on strong mental and phys- 
ical attraction. Interests and aims of both parties should be 
mutual." 

Because a dear friend has insisted that I draw conclusions 
in my writings if they are to be effective, I herewith present 
my ideas on the subject. (Such ideas are purely the result of 
rather haphazard thinking on the subject and do not neces- 
sarily constitute an endorsement on my part of the love run- 
ning rampant in our college.) I believe (1) that there "ain't 

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no sech animal" as "love at first sight." Quote me isolated 
examples if you like but I insist that if I knew the persons 
concerned intimately I could find reasons for the sudden 
attraction that would prove it was not "love at first sight." 
I shudder to think of the tragedy that would ensue if every- 
one followed this unreliable method of finding and choosing 
a mate. I believe (2) that such sentimentality and daydream- 
ing as we find in Maud Muller (Whittier's famous poem of 
the judge and the farmer girl who wished they might have 
married each other) is also truly tragic and destroys the high- 
est appreciation of this deep emotion. I sincerely believe that 
both Maud and the judge were as happy in their re- 
spective places in society as they could hope to be and the 
idea that they could have made each other happy in marriage 
is ridiculous. Let's leave the fantasy of the rich king marry- 
ing the poor peasant girl in the fairy tales where it belongs. 
In human relations happiness in marriage is based on com- 
mon background, sympathies, and understandings. I be- 
lieve (3) that outward signs of love are over-rated by young 
people (including myself, of course). I hasten to explain. 
Love is a deep and true emotion and should be the guiding 
inspiration of our lives. I like Bertrand Russell's idea that 
"the good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowl- 
edge." I like Jesus' idea of "loving one another." But I do 
NOT like the wailing and weeping and gnashing of teeth 
or the cynicism shown by young people because some one 
person does not enter their lives and help them to consume 
the whole of their time, energy and personality with a fierce, 
passionate romance. They envy their contemporaries who re- 
ceive daily letters from the army camps. It is not enough for 
Jack to take them to the movies Saturday nights ... he 
must phone three times a week, write sonnets, compose 
songs, prove his muscular superiority and perform coundess 
other feats of endurance to prove that "Jacksie loves his toot- 
sums." All of which is rather silly and adolescent. Love is 
respect. It should pervade a person's life so that his actions 
show its presence without constantly reminding himself and 
others, "I'm in love." 

Love may be glandular or only physical or even simply 
understanding between kindred minds but above all I think 
it is spiritual and shows itself in quiet friendliness. "In true 
love it is the soul that embraces the body." 

With that thought I force my mind to wander back to an 
assignment that makes me wonder if college professors have 
any love for senior students. 



NEWS FROM CAMP 



ONE COMFORTING thing about the war is that it 
gives us some interesting material to print. Richard 
Cunningham, Class of '40, is at Camp Croft, South Carolina. 
In days of yore he was one of the intellectual editors of this 
venerable (and vulnerable) publication. 

"I am sorry that I am unable to send you that bedraggled 
lock of hair. At the time I read the issue I have very little 
reserve upon which to draw. 

"Army life is tough but interesting. Of course, you know 
that the Infantry is the best branch of the service. 'Everyone 
is agreed on that. 

"During this last week we have had an especially good 
time. We went out each day to actually fire our rifles on the 
rifle range. Previously we had spent several weeks in pre- 
liminary marksmanship exercises. 

"Each day we arose at 4:15 A. M. and ate breakfast. 
Then with light pack and rifles we walked four miles to the 
rifle range. The entire day was spent shooting and then, 
about 6 P. M., we began our march home. After our arrival 
we just had time to eat supper, clean our rifles, and wash up 
before lights went out. 

"On Monday we practiced firing the much-publicized Ga- 
rand rifle, an excellent semi-automatic weapon just recently 
developed. It surely was accurate. 

"Tuesday and Wednesday were spent in firing our 1903 
Springfield rifles. Before the advent of the Garand, these were 
judged to be the most accurate rifles in the world. We spent 
these two days in learning how our rifles handled. Each man 
must learn how to set his sights and windage adjustments 
for various ranges by actually firing his rifle. 

"Thursday and Friday were devoted to firing our rifles for 
record. We had learned how they handled and were to be 
given a chance to see what we could do with them at various 
ranges and speeds and positions. We fired from 200 yards 
and 300 yards both slowly and rapidly — standing, sitting, 
kneeling, and prone. 

"I have seven weeks of basic training left here. During 
that time we will fire the Browning Automatic Rifle, the ma- 
chine gun and possibly the mortar. 

"Where we will go from here I do not know. Possibly to 
a newly formed combat unit. It doesn't matter. We'll all 
make out. 

"I'll stop in if I ever get a furlough. Keep the T. L.'s 
coming, please." 

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Solomon Cohen is stationed at Lowry Field, Denver, 
Colorado. His trip there from Texas sounds like something 
a school teacher might save his pennies for. 

"During the trip to Lowry Field I saw quite a few things 
I had read about and heard of. No book, I think now, or 
picture for that matter, can ever give a true appreciation of 
these things. My first sight of a prairie dog, the Rockies, a 
real western sunrise. Pike's Peak from a distance and later 
from a close-up, made an impression I shall never forget. 
The only time I turned my head from the American scene 
I witnessed was when my eyes became too strained and tired 
— this was caused by an unbroken sun, beating down a light 
snow-covered terrain. The only thing nearly equalling the 
wonder of what I saw was the wonder of the other eastern 
boys on the train who had never before seen it for themselves. 

"An interesting incident happened to us at Amarillo, 
Texas. As we pulled into the station it was raining but this 
didn't prevent a group of the ladies of the town from wel- 
coming us — personally, and with gifts. Since we could not 
leave the train, there they stood in the rain, showering us 
with cigarettes, matches, magazines (the Reader's Digest. 
Saturday Evening Post, etc.), chewing gum, home-made 
cookies, candies, and, last but not least — ice-cream for every- 
one of us. Such women and with such a spirit! 

"I questioned one of the ladies, asking her who sponsored 
such an idea. 'This isn't a U. S. O. project, young man,' she 
answered. 'The ladies of Amarillo are sponsoring it.' On 
further questioning I learned that the ladies had divided into 
groups, each group standing guard on the train platform 
a certain amount of time during the day. This is done be- 
cause the women never know when a troop train is passing 
(since this is a military secret). Incidentally, the money for 
all gifts comes from the women's pockets. 

"There are many things one sees as he travels through the 
United States to make him feel proud to be an American." 



William Podlich is in the Air Corps Officer Candidate 
School at Miami Beach, Florida. He writes: 

"May I express to you my appreciation of the subscription 
to the Tower Light? For the last nine years it has been 
one of my favorites and it has been most valued this year. 
One reason for this is that it is a means of contact with 
'home' at a time when such ties are very important indeed; 
but another reason (and this one is probably more interest- 

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ing to you) is that the magazine seems to have taken another 
step towards becoming the medium of expression of a group 
of more or less mature individuals. The fact that the pages of 
your magazine reflect an interest in current world events and 
college policy is a credit to the staff and to the student body. 
"It is gratifying to note that the dunning type of exhorta- 
tions to contribute and to supjjort the Tower Light, so much 
in evidence several months ago, have ceased. Whether this 
cessation indicates the solving of the problem or simply an 
astute change to a positive psychology it is certainly sound. 
Naturally, the Tower Light will continue and any retrench- 
ments necessary are without a doubt due to national defense." 



upright as if a crackled twig has recently put him on guard. 
From the hollow in the graceful curve of his back, an ivy 
plant grows, looking like a miniature tree, put there solely 
to protect the stiff little animal from the sun. The leaves of 
the ivy tickle his ears but he cannot escape their touch. His 
head is inclined just enough so that he can see his sauciness 
reflected in the mirror-lake in which he is wading. He sniffs 
inquiringly at a small friendly-looking cluster of violets 
nearby, and his appetite suddenly increases, but the posies 
are beyond his reach. How charming his world seems, but 
how futile. 



Now, Now, Mr. Miller! 

FIRST, A word of thanks for a most comprehensive and 
enlightening article on the "care and growth of the Victory 
Garden." Your reminiscences made quite delightful reading 
and your experiences inspired me with no end of confidence 
and courage. But, really, Mr. Miller, your caustic remarks 
aimed at the female of the species homo sapiens detract 
somewhat from an otherwise scientifically accurate disser- 
tation. 

Until further definite proof is presented to the contrary, 
shall we say that your observations on women are rather 
biased and slightly incorrect? May I say, also categorically, 
that men do not understand women.? (And probably never 
will.) And, finally, may I take issue with your two state- 
ments (1) "Then woman entered the garden and Paradise 
was no more;" and (2) "Beware Women!" 

It is truly lamentable that your experiences with female 
gardeners have evidently been unfortunate but is that any 
reason to relegate all women to the back seat as far as agricul- 
tural interests are concerned ? I have no intention of unearth- 
ing the age-old strife between the sexes but I do wish to go 
on record as saying (1) that men are not authorities on 
women and consequendy their peculiar ideas on the subject 
should be viewed skeptically, and (2) that writers of both 
literary and scientific articles should refrain from intro- 
ducing women into the discussion. 

— Jeanette V. Ulrich. 



Editor's Note — Whose leg is being pulled by whom? 



Study In Unreality 

FROZEN in action by cool, smooth, shiny white china, the 
litde faun stands cockily eyeing his dominion — the table. 
His four cylindrical legs are set unflinchingly and his ears are 



Smile A Little, Please 

HAVE YOU ever watched a completely happy boy or girl, 
man or woman? Have you ever noticed how pure pleasure 
glints from their eyes, how a shy smile sits on their lips, 
and how happiness tints their faces with joy that all may 
see? Can you remember their bouncing, buoyant step; their 
swinging stride; the unconscious, vigorous wriggle of shoul- 
ders that unmistakably says, "All of this is much too good 
to keep inside"? 

Then surely you remember the heads that turned to look 
again at that expression of pleasure and happiness, and recall 
the smiles that trampled the toes of gloom and lit up faces 
in tokens of appreciation. 

Smiles that carry sincerity are invaluable. The good that 
they do isn't measured in terms of millions, or thousands, 
or hundreds of dollars, but in terms of peace, contentment, 
and gladness. As a species, genuine smiles seem to be nearing 
extinction — leaving only the posed display of teeth of the 
model, the hypocritical grin of the politician, and the co- 
quettish smirk of the debutante. Bills, taxes, wars, floods, 
the cold, and no date for Friday night are effective enemies 
against the production of smiles, to be sure. 

But genuine smiles, however small, need only tiny seeds of 
enjoyment or happiness in order to become large, healthy, 
and beautiful specimens. Smiles are infectious and grow best 
when shared with others. They should not be hoarded, for 
constant circulation pays huge dividends to the one who 
smiles and gives a wealth of pleasure to the one smiled upon. 
Bills, taxes, wars, floods, the cold, and no date for Friday 
night may all take on mammoth proportions, but a germ of 
happiness planted in someone else's garden will make our 
own seem bright and desirable. We are all unconditionally 
in a position to help master misfortune — so, smile a little, 
please! 

— Katherine Decker. 



MAY 



1942 



9 



OPEN FORUM 



A Champion For A Worthy Cause 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

On our campus is one of the most beautiful spots in our 
State. Our glen is the result of years of appeals, solicitations, 
and hard work on the part of our administration and faculty, 
very spiritedly and capably led by Miss Stella Brown. Our 
glen was a result of desires (1) to form an "outdoor labor- 
atory" for college students and campus children in geog- 
raphy, botany, ornithology, and other sciences through stu- 
dent planting, transplanting, prevention of erosion, bird- 
banding and various other activities; (2) to provide an op- 
portunity for people to work cooperatively outdoors; (3) to 
provide a habitat for many kinds of plant and animal life; 
(4) to provide a beautiful natural environment for story- 
telling circles, singing groups, luncheons, parties, outdoor 
dramatics or musicals; (5) to give college students, especially 
those from urban areas, an opportunity to examine first-hand 
a store-room of Nature. 

During the past several years there has been evidence not 
only of carelessness but of deliberate defacement of the glen. 
The Council Ring has been neglected. Bottles, broken glass, 
newspapers and other refuse have been found in the glen. 
Plants have been pulled up. Water-lilies have been stolen and 
saplings have been broken. Trail signs have disappeared; in- 
cinerators have been stufled with rocks. I am sure that the 
college students are not responsible for most of the damage. 
However, it is up to us to remedy what has been done and 
to try to prevent its recurrence. 

Although our glen has been used for many activities its 
possibilities have been far from exhausted. This summer our 
college will be open because of the accelerated program. This 
summer, more than ever before, perhaps, we can see our glen 
as it was meant to be used. Classes, instead of being held in 
stuffy classrooms, could be held in the glen on the wide ex- 
panses of lawn, in the shelter, in the Council Ring or on the 
semi-circular stone platforms. Lunches could be eaten on the 
large tables in the glen. Outdoor dramatics on the large nat- 
ural amphitheater in the center of the glen is a distinct pos- 
sibility. A musical or dancing program could be held in this 
section of the glen also. Geography classes could actually 
build walls or plant grass to prevent erosion in the glen. Of 
course, science classes could, and probably will, continue to 
observe birds, insects and plants. Art classes could be con- 
ducted almost anywhere amidst the beautiful scenery of our 

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glen and could re-letter and re-paint old or damaged trail 
signs as part of an art project. Our glen could be used in in- 
numerable other situations if we would only wake up to its 
possibilities. 

Why don't we use our "outdoor laboratory" and make it 
a vital part of our college life? 
May 11, 1942. Henry Astrin. 

Is This The Answer? 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

There is hardly a day that someone does not mention to 
me the lack of school spirit at our college. The observation 
is certainly correct — one need only consider the turnout at 
our games, our intercollegiate games. Our boys are playing 
against terrific odds, but where are the cheers, the singing, 
the yells, the banners.? Where also is the keen competition 
and general excitement that should characterize school and 
class elections in college? Where is the prestige once con- 
nected with "making" the school paper or making the 
honor society? Where is the classic, friendly rivalry between 
clubs on the campus? We may not be lacking school spirit, 
but we most certainly do not exhibit any external evidences 
of it. 

What is the reason for this general decline in school spirit? 
Well, some might attribute it to the difference in the indi- 
vidual of yesterday and today. They might claini that each 
successive generation of college students is softer brained, 
less ambitious, more lethargic, striving for one goal only — 
that of complete stupor! But youth today is as vital and 
throbbing as it ever was. Perhaps sheer laziness keeps many 
potential athletes from our field. Undoubtedly sheer laziness 
keeps many potential Tower Light articles chained within 
the confines of the imagination forever. However, this is not 
one umpteenth of the whole story! 

Some may casually assent that since this is a small college 
anybody can make a team with a litde effort and there are 
offices and honors enough to go around. Thus, they would 
say, the lack of cheering and the lack of prestige. Were State 
Teachers College the only college with a dying school spirit, 
this would certainly be weighty. However, the complaint is 
becoming increasingly more general among the American 
colleges. 

The "rah rah rah" aspect of college that we have been 

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considering is, in my opinion, the cast-off silks, satins, and 
general flamboyance of another period of the American 
college — the golden age from, we might say, the end of 
World War I to the depression years. America had won the 
war. There was to be eternal world peace. Business and in- 
dustry were at peak and ready to throw fat pay envelopes 
to college grads provided only that they be from the "right 
college." Thus youth, when it escaped from its cramped en- 
vironment in the small town or conventional city to go to 
college, went with the naive certainty that nothing in the 
world could limit its new-found freedom and that big busi- 
ness would be waiting with the pot of gold at the end of the 
college rainbow. College was all the world to this confident, 
resdess youth. Why ? — because the rosy, prosperous, peaceful 
world outside was far removed from them and made no 
demands of them. 

The youth of today has necessarily grown from such gawk- 
ish immaturity into a sophisticated, realistic bloc of mankind. 
No longer is the undergraduate's sole concern the protection 
of his alma mater's honor on the playing field. He is faced 
today with threats to his nation's honor and to his cultural 
heritage. He can be certain of nothing save being plunged 
into war and into depression — perhaps into defeat — after 
the war. Is it any wonder that a college can no longer hold 
the undivided loyalty of its students.? Is it any wonder that 
serious thought is replacing cheers and songs.? 



May 8, 1942. 



John McCauley. 



Thank You! 

To the Editors of the Tower Light: 

The April Tower Light contained part of a letter from 
my cousin, Jules Clayman, who gave me credit for his re- 
ceiving our magazine. I hereby willingly relinquish all claims 
to having done so and acknowledge with pride the swell 
work of the Tower Light staff in sending editions of the 
Tower Light to all of our boys in the service. 

May 13, 1942. Henry Astrin. 



Good Intentions 

DO YOU get all enthused at receipt of a letter and decide 
all the bits of news you'll write right away.? 

Do you have good intentions.? I have, too. 

Have you an assignment which inspires you to go to 
Pratt and bring home eight books which you are going to 
read all the way through? 

MAY ■ 1942 



Do you have good intentions? I have, too. 

Have you set aside three straight hours when the family 
is away in which to really study? 

Have you thought of all the calls you're going to make and 
cards you will send? 

Do you have good intentions? I have, too. 

Have you ever decided on a bright sunny day to take a 
long walk instead of staying in to read. 

Have you decided to keep a notebook clean and neat all 
the way through? 

Have you decided to keep everything in place in your 
room? 

You had good intentions? I had, too. 



Senior Sonneteer 

DR. CRABTREE'S literature classes have been yielding 
gems of writing activity from inspired seniors and juniors. 
Interpretations, imitations, and elucidations have flowed 
from the pens of these students of "British Prose and Poetry." 
The one printed below was written by an inspired senior 
who, as is obvious, must have suddenly developed a beau- 
tiful familiarity with the sonnet form. 

Her note preceding the poem read, "Believe me, this try 
at sonnet-writing was not meant to offend any poetic souls. 
It was merely the musing of an overdeveloped sense of hu- 
mor. By the time the 'poet' reached the end of the sonnet, 
there seemed nothing left for her but to follow the advice 
of her extremely sad pun . . . Read on!" 

ON THE DEATH OF A SONNETEER 

The sun was bright; so fair the day and clear 

There was no hint of ominous portent 

To meet us as into the room we went. 
Not dreaming there was anything to fear. 

The news was giv'n; it was so sad to hear, 

But manfully we all to work soon bent 

To give our prose or poet's spirit bent. 
Dismay not at the "finds" that may appear. 

Compare me not to Bacon in his prime 

Our paths are far apart — nay, very fare, 

Compare me not to him at any time 

Lest it the beauty of this verse might mar. 

Be lenient on this striving sonneteer 

Who thinks that she'll go out and get a bier. 

— H. Klauenberg. 

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Six Moral Victories 



IT TAKES a little heat to make the kettle boil. Towson's 
ball clubs are practically earmarked by the amount of time 
they take to warm up to a warm season. If you've watched 
the men of the diamond these last few years, you have seen 
that what is at the outset an ill-working team turns out in 
course of time to be a smooth-running machine, which, given 
the proper circumstances, may even become a winning com- 
bination. So it has been; so is it now, I am a man. (Apolo- 
gies, Mr. Wordsworth.) 

The current edition of tossers started out like a house 
afire. The only trouble was that Fireman Spellman couldn't 
put the fires out when Lefthander Harry London permitted 
them to start, and vice-versa. But at this point we should 
like to remove some of the vagueness which may surround 
the position of these two Hingers. 

THERE WAS once a pitcher — "Iron Man" McGinnity, I 
believe — who, when the wind was blowing properly, and 
his brain felt in shape, would work up a hot mess for him- 
self on first, second, third and at the plate, then dramatically 
call in all his support (meaning, the other seven men) and 
with several sweeps of his large muscles, proceed to fan the 
side. Quite the character! But Oz and Herschel were never 
that type hurler, especially Herschel! Nor was Luther Cox, 
nor Howard Stottlemyer, nor Sad Sam Clopper, nor Long 
Lee McCarriar. Not even Earnest Ernie Talbot, whom 
some of us may remember as having more on the ball than 
Carter has liver pills — not even Ernie could work it that 
way. The alternate strategy of pitching is, then, to fool the 
batter, to extract the effect of power from his connections. 
The sinker ball, let us say, that Brother Oswald throws is 
designed to make the hitter top the ball, and thereby to 
ground out. Spellman's hopper is aimed at blinding the poor 
guy, or to make him swing late, with obvious effects. And 
brethren, when you ain't got the men on the field to stop 
the hits, you ain't got a ball club. From here the rest follqws 
quite clearly. 

WHEN THE fellows started out, there was hardly a ball hit 
that didn't do some good for the opposition. Pop flies went 
for two and three bases apiece; ground balls (hard-hit ones, 
we'll grant) got as little attention as a crying baby. Arms 
were quite adept at slinging balls where men weren't. In 
short, the ball club made a mess of errors. Under such trying 

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circumstances, Hopkins ran over the nine (twice) like a 
steamroller, and the E-town comedians had an easy time of 
it. (Sharrow matched them leg for leg, however.) 

AT THIS point, it was, that somebody induced the new 
group of freshman girls to come out and look the boys over. 
Now we are not going to be historical and claim inspira- 
tional powers for these gals, as one might. We shall only say 
that when these girls made their debut in Tovvson athletics, 
the tossers almost slaughtered Drew University. Well, we 
mean that half-heartedly. Spellman tightened up with base- 
hits like a clam. The infield, sparked by Captain Johnson 
Horst, covered the ground like the pictures on the Men's 
Room wall, but good! Colonel Harold Katz plugged up the 
third-base hole with due spark and honor, while Horst was 
eating up everything that whispered at him around second 
base, left and right. Spellman lifted a low pitch out onto 
the road for a home run (and our only hit). Michael Shar- 
row, of the County Cork Sharrows, pulled a shoe-string nifty 
that prevented at least two runs. To top it off. Dr. Lucien 
Peters, in mask and pads, threw out a guy who attempted 
a voyage to second. In short, everybody was brilliant; and 
we shall once again mention the fact that Freshman 6, in 
all its glory, made its presence felt. The final score was 5-1, 
favor of the opposition. The feeling became general at this 
time that, given some timely clouting to couple with its now 
satisfactory defense and elegant fan support, the Teachers 
might go for bigger game. (P. S. — The next day Drew 
smeared Hopkins!) Amen. 

SO IT WAS that the very next week, the boys went after 
Blue Ridge, in the latter's hideout. Blue Ridge, like Drew, 
plays baseball by the book and the spirit and the letter, so 
playing Blue Ridge is in itself a test. By this time Herschel, 
whose arm was now only a hindrance to good penmanship, 
found himself on first; Q. D. Thompson, who once irritated 
the writer (years back) by dropping a high fly, was playing 
a game more consistent, probably, than anybody around. 
Horst was by now simply radiant at short, and Katz, now 
free from politics, could devote all his attention to stopping 
hot ones. Dead-arm Sharrow was practically in the big 
leagues (on personality!) and Naughty Ned Logan had 
center field memorized blade by blade. Silent Harry Fish- 
paugh, still inarticulate, was whispering to the daisies in 
right. 

TOWER LIGHT 



AT NEW WINDSOR, the gentlemen gave another good 
account of themselves, fighting the Killers all the way for 
7 to 1. (Still no shutout!) Ned Logan found his batting eye, 
and hit twice, for a total of four bases. Spellman continued 
his steady hurling, as Peters, developing into quite a receiver, 
proceeded to throw out another criminal in the act of steal- 
ing. The inner woiks pulled off another double play this 
go, but the umps (a Blue Ridge man to the marrow!) 
canceled the second out. This would have made three; the 
home team went on to score four runs, and sew the ball 
game up. Hitting was more free for the Heroes this time, 
and gave definite promise of being bright for Blue Ridge tilt 
number 2. 

AND PROMISES were lived up to. Towson had Blue Ridge 
on a vague sort of run for three full innings, leading the 
visitors by 6-2. Then, for reasons unexplained, save the 
wonderful effect of headiness arising out of holding a lead, 
the local lads split open around the seams, finally dropping 
an 11-6 decision. Imagine when Towson started with the 
slugging; whereas there had been a total of six runs scored 
by the tossers in five previous games, they started off with 
an equal number in the first two innings. Ned Logan con- 
tinued to explode the ball with ferocious ambition, poking 
out three more good hits which meant runs. Spellman went 
the distance for the third consecutive time, allowing a small 
number of hits once more, and doing a whale of a job with 
men on the sacks. Still, it may be said again that the ball 
club was becoming more of a ball club, giving promise of 
well-knit and colorful play. Lucien Peters was a receiving 
point for added insult to the injury, when he "stepped into" 
a slow hook dished up by Prof. Skomorucha, of the Moun- 
taineers. He was rushed off to the specialists, and recovered 
shortly after. 

NORMALLY, THERE ARE SWEET words for everyone 
as a team closes out for the year, but the teams which Coach 
Minnegan has turned out this year mark, as far as we can see 
at this point, Towson's farewell to intercollegiate competition 
for the duration. Men will be scarce as tires, to pardon a vul- 
garism, next year, and the only profitable athletics for the 
few that will be here are intramurals, which though they 
provide exercise, and a measure of competition, lack the fire 
and the heave-ho of intercoUegiates. The leave of absence 
Coach is taking for us from the young Mason-Dixon Con- 
ference marks for us a passing of an era. It is rather rare 
for graduating men, anywhere, to be taking with them the 
sports in which they indulged. But there they are — Horst, 
Thompson, Peters (June), Astrin, Sharrow, London (Feb- 
ruary). And these are only the baseball veterans. Another 
bone to pick with the Axis, blast their hides! 

— Herschel London. 



MAY 



1942 



PLATE INVENTORY 



AFTER OVER thirty days of listening to every musical 
program, hooking anyone 1 could hook to take me out 
to dance, gnawing nails, pulling hair and so forth, I finally 
was converted to the belief in the Bible saying, "Seek and 
you shall find." Yes. Because of the most super, the smooth- 
est, the neatest tune all jumbled superbly into a song called 
It's Raining Memories. You all remember September in the 
Rain, Where or When and Once in a While, don't you.'' 
This is a combination of all. The only sad part about it is, 
I don't know who, where, or when concerning arrangements. 
I do hope Tommy Dorsey will try. Listen for it. 

I thought for this column I'd consider the recordings of 
each orchestra. Freddy Martin has the best band this month. 
Have you heard his Sleepy Lagoon or When There's a Breeze 
on Lake Louise (balmy, drifty, white-cappy, moody) or The 
Penny Arcade, which reminds me of that one-time favorite. 
The Merry-Go-Round Bro^e Dotun} An artistic classic 
turned into modern tempo is The Dance of the Sugar Plum 
Fairy. Best of all is Sometimes. That is my s. p. as far as 
songs go. 

Tommy Dorsey is not to be neglected. How do you like 
his Somebody Loves Mel That is one that is really consol- 
ing. Another along the same uplifting, non-depressing-feeling 
line is Hotv Do You Do Without Me. The Pied Pipers and 
Frank Sinatra have never been better than when singing 
/ Remember You. 

The little brother, Jimmy, is plenty smooth, too. Neck and 
neck with Maestro Martin is his Sleepy Lagoon as sung by 
Bob Eberly. He catches the mood and tempo experdy. Me 
and My Melinda is tricky. I like You Made Me Love You, 
too. 

Probably Glenn Miller's best recording is Sssh, It's a Mili- 
tary Secret. Marian Hutton and the Modernaires do a very 
clever job with it. Not quite so good is Nickel Serenade. I 
like the idea that We'll Meet Again. 

Tommy Tucker was made famous-er because of / Don't 
Want to Set the World on Fire and it is still a quickener-of- 
the-heartbeats for me. I'll Pray for You is the best disk of this 
song yet. Hotv Do 1 Know It's Real is better than fair. I 
prefer / Need You, which is smoother and softer than cream. 

Jersey Bounce — ah, yes, you all yell Benny Goodman. No 
wonder. A trifle out of season now, but a good suggestion is 
Winter Weather. For a clearer meaning of what is implied, 
let me refer you to the lyrics. I'm Here is on the jivey side. 
Peggy Lee does a good job singing We'll Meet Again. 

Kay Kyser's Zoot Suit is his redeeming tune this time. It 
is on every juke box I've seen. Have you heard Frances 
Shores' (no, this is not a typographical error) Lnterpreta- 

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Mace Produce Company 14 

Maryland Hotel Supply Company 15 

Mason's Service Station 15 

The Second National Bank of Towson 16 

Stewart's Personal Service 15 

The Towson National Bank 15 

The Towson Theater 15 

The John Trockenbrot Company 15 



tion? If Mr. Kyser decided to arrange / Doed It, he would 
have a hit. It is definitely his type, with that novelty appeal. 
Who Wouldn't Love You is average plus. 

At random here are some must-dance-to-for-several-reasons: 
Connie Boswell's Send Me One Dozen Roses — and she really 
puts her heart into it; Gene Krupa's snarky S\ylar}{; Vaughan 
Munroe's handling of a very delicate situation concerning a 
sailor, a soldier, a marine, and Three Little Sisters; Count 
Basie's loss of memory for names in Ati Old Flame; As I 
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one-time popular song, It's the Tal\ of the Totun, by Fred 
Waring. For those who want a song to cast a mood, create 
an atmosphere-of-you-know-what-kind, John Kirby's Temp- 
tation is more than appropriate. I promise results. 

Listen for: Claude Thornhill, Don't Sit Under the Apple 
Tree, If I Love Again, Bless 'Em All, It's Heavenly, She'll 
Alivays Remember and Here Comes the Mil\man. 

— O'H, 



Eda Quette 



Dear Miss Quette, 

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Two Freshies* 

This is what Emily Post says in her book, Etiquette, on 
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Or if you don't know the names of the ladies in the receiving 
line you shake hands and say to the lady at the head of the 
line, 'I'm Mildred Senior,' and then, turning to him slightly, 
'This is Mr. Gray.' Then shake hands with the others and 
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SHE WALKS a little ahead. She's the girl from down the 
street. You hardly know her. Should you catch up with her.'' 
What would you talk about? Better wait and exchange a 
hurried "Hello, how are you?" as you both dash the last 
25 yards to the car. Oh, dear! No car in sight. You mumble 
a greeting. Slight pause. A fleeting smile. Just as you clear 
your throat to make an attempt to comment on the weather, 
the car slides to a stop. At last! She precedes you down the 
aisle and sits next to the window in a double seat. (They 
say that just before your death, you review your entire life. 
I can tell you while walking down the aisle of a street car, 
you can think of plenty things, too.) If I sit next to her (you 
mentally review the situation) what will I say during that 
long ride? Then, again, I have to finish reading my psy- 
chology. After quickly reviewing the pros and cons you 
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is hurt, relieved, unconcerned, or thinking you a snob. You 
finally get ofl. Imagine, she does the same! Now, what? Oh, 
good, a crowd's on the corner. Suddenly, heartily, and with 
more enthusiasm than you've registered for ages, you greet 
your friends. She does the same. 

What will happen the next time.? 

Should you doed it? 

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He lives for naught but his untiring force 
Which leads him on with ever-burning might. 
And when he does old schools of Paris fight. 
He soars within himself to find his course. 
For he who delves the depths of his einfelter* 
Loves not the sorrowful subject; less the mode. 
As did Courbet, Manet, and hundreds more untold. 
But seeks within himself his sombre shelter. 
He 'plies the plastic paint that is his mood 
Of strange mad melodies that in him lie. 
It is his soul he serves to be Art's food; 
The dish of rotten realists he defies. 
Not in dark mold will his works spend their days. 
But in the glow of new observers' hearts and gaze. 



* A German word, literally means to "feel into," used by 
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THE TOWER LIGHT 



SENIOR ISSUE 




Volume XV • Number 9 




June • 1942 



YOU WANT STEADT NERVES 






"JUMP" is the command that starts you 
on that headlong earthward plunge 
through space, but the real order of the 
hour is steady nerves! For these 
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"war of nerves, " More important than ever, 
now, is your choice of cigarettes. Smoke Camels. 



CONTENTS 

Page 
Senior Contributions: 

Thanks for the Memories 1-2 

Winning the Peace . . Dr. Wiedefeld 3 

(Senior Class Advisor) 

We Bequeath — The Senior Will ... 4 

Senior Personalities 5-8 

Senior "Rings and Bells" 8 

We Look Behind To . . . M. Zillmor 9 

Ode to Senior I 9 

Faculty Impressions of the Seniors . . .10 

A Triad in Placidity 10 

Faculty Farewells 11-12 

Our Allegiance ....//. Astrin 12 

News from Camp . . . . . . . 13-14 

College Events 15 

Till We Meet Again . . . Editorial 16 

Immigrants All, Americans All .... 16 

The Talk of the Campus . . . . .17 

Science, Religion, and Philosophy — W. Wendler 18-19 

May Court Juniors 19 

Plate Inventory O'H 20 

Index to Advertisers 20 

Branches — Spring . . . . A Poem 22 

Advertisements 21-24 

Cut on Page 1 — Ralph Barrett 



THE TOWER LIGHT is a monthly publica- 
tion of and by the students at the State Teachers 
College at Towson, Maryland. 






THE GRADUATES SAY: 



Thanks for the Memories 



THIS BEING THE time of leavetakings it is fitting diat 
we, the Senior Class, should pause to thank our Alma Mater 
for: 

The freedom and adult privileges extended to us. 

A campus equalled by few for its beauty. 

A feeling for a gracious and dignified, yet enjoyable, way 
of life. 

The many opportunities for learning under the guidance 
of able instructors. 

The help in building a varied and rich background of ex- 
periences so necessary in the teaching profession. 

The provision of means whereby many lasting friendships 
were made. 

An administration, faculty, and office force with a sense 
of humor. 



1?^ (T^^^^^ G"'V^^«^ (rv«^«^ 5'>«^«^ (T^^^^^ 5>i 

It is also fitting that we 
note here the impressions 
made upon us by members 
of the faculty and publicly 
say thanks to : 

ij) e.>»^^ (».3^4^^^ (ii>4^^^ (Lai>4^^i^ <ti^4t^>i) a^' 



Dr. Wiedefeld — for her willingness to try new methods in 
the interest of the college and the student body. 

Dr. A. Dowell — for her sense of humor and for presenting 
a science course understandable to a student without a 
degree in science. 

Dr. Tansil — for her ability to take everything from financial 
troubles to elopements in her stride. 

Miss Barkley — for her quiet, calm efficiency. 

Miss Holt — for her thorough searches to help students an- 
swer any questions. 

Miss Stitzel — for her tolerance of our long tongues. 

Miss Yoder — for knowing the call number of any book you 
can name. 

Mr. Crook — for his enthusiastic enjoyment of his work and 
for preserving memories of old S. T. C. in his camera tins. 

Dr. Lynch — for proving that the Honor System works. 

Mrs. Stapleton — for the graciousness of her way of living. 

Dr. Abercrombie — for her ability to get at the fundamentals 
of life and ignore the non-essentials. 

Miss Birdsong — for her ability to understand and sympa- 
thize with the troubles of her students. 

Dr. West — for his "learning by doing" courses and meeting 
students more than halfway in out-of-class conversations. 

Mrs. Smith — for her eager willingness to roll up her sleeves 
and get to work. 

Mrs. Brouwer — for her abundance of interesting experiences 
and her inimitable knack for telling them. 

Miss MacDonald — for the rare privilege of watching such ex- 
cellent work with little children. 

Miss Joslin — for her generosity in sharing the many fine 
things she has accumulated through her many experiences. 

Mr. Miller — for his staunch advocacy of the advantages of a 
liberal education. 

Miss Weyforth — for her excellent and untiring work with 
the Glee Club. 

Miss Schroeder — ^for taking on a big task with litde notice 
so capably. 

Miss Bersch — for exemplifying the "American Scholar" and 
giving so much more through herself than the subject 
matter of any course could hope to attain. 

2 



Dr. F. Dowell — for his liberal guidance of the Student Coun- 
cil and his rare asides in and out of classes. 

Miss Bader — ^for her exemplary search for historical truth, 
the lack of impressionableness M.A.'s and Ph.D.'s have 
for her, and for overlooking the idiosyncrasies of a class 
with a bad case of "senioritis." 

Mr. Millar — for his candid opinions of the value of his own 
course and for his beautiful voice. 

Miss Knipp — for her friendliness and her choice of content 
in the Psychology and Education courses which was a boon 
in Professionals. 

Miss Woodward — for her wide collection of materials al- 
ways at the disposal of desperate student teachers. 

Dr. Crabtree — for her evident enjoyment of life, liberty, 
and the loves of Seniors 1 and 2. 

Mr. Moser — for his independent ideas and his varied ward- 
robe. 

Dr. Walther — for his wide and varied knowledge and his 
practice of flexibility in the curriculum. 

Miss Blood — for her subde sense of humor and for bringing 
geography into our own backyards in an interesting man- 
ner. 

Miss Scott — for understanding the frailties and faults of 
the species Student Teacher. 

Miss Brown — for her frank and impartial criticism and for 
the marvelous work done to beautify the Glen. 

Miss Daniels — for not being over-critical of poor gymnasts. 

Miss Roach — for her ability to mix in with the girls and 
have fun. 

Mr. Minnegan — for working like a Trojan in spite of the 
lack of athletic material and equipment. 



THE 


STAFF 


EDITORS 


ART 


Frances Shores 


Ralph Barrett 


Patricia Hernbon 
Norma Kirckhoff 


GENERAL LITERATURE 


Jean Connor 


Jeanette Uliich 




Dorothy Kapp 




Helen Pioss 


BUSINESS MANAGER 

Betty Carroll 
Virginia Blocber 


John McCanley 

Agnes Hicks 

Warren WeniJIer 

Fredrica Biedermann 




Ellen Elste 


ADVERTISING 


Catherine Swain 


Muriel Frames 


POLICY BOARD 




Dr. Ruth Lynch, Chairman 


CIRCULATION 


Miss Margaret Barkley 
Miss Pearle Blood 


Dorothy Weller 


Miss Hazel Woodward 


Margaret Gunnells 


Mr, Branford Millar 



TOWER LIGHT 



Winning The Peace 

M. Theresa Wiedefeld 

OUR COLLEGE is proud of the part it is performing in the total war effort because of the contributions which are 
being made by our young men students and our young men graduates. They are part of the youth who are providing 
the fervor, the faith, the energy, and self-sacrifice necessary to winning the peace. 

A review of the work which these men are doing affords us encouragement and satisfaction and at the same time 
presents a challenge to those of us who remain in the schools. It is encouraging to know that young men educated 
to be teachers of litde children are equipped to make so many types of contributions to the nation's wartime problems. 
The teachers' colleges and the teaching profession are challenged to continue to prepare more of these same fine young 
men of courage, loyalty, discipHne, and eflSciency, so that the ranks may be unbroken and undaunted. 

The following reports from visits and letters received from our boys in the armed forces give concrete evidence of 
the successful operation of the selective service in its attempt to make the wisest use of human resources. These letters 
were selected because they represent types of service. There are many more like them but space does not permit quoting 
from all. Some of the letters have appeared in previous issues of the Tower Light. 

1. Benjamin Novey ('36) wrote, "It is not easy to change one's pattern of living and acting. But it was adjust or else. There was a 
day and there was a night, and I adjusted. I spent the first month at the Reception Center testing, interviewing, and classifying incoming 
soldiers." A good use to which to put a teacher. 

2. Lou Cox (Ml) came several times to visit while in training. He gives much credit to the physical education and sports program 
which he had in college for his success as an aviation pilot. His last letter reported him as flying eight hundred miles a day and described 
the thrill of his experiences in flying by radio beam. 

3. Isadore Sokolow ('37) is a sergeant in the Military Police. His description of himself after bringing a military prisoner from Arizona 
to South Carolina portrays him as carrying a .45 automatic, a billy club in hand, with handcuffs hangings from his belt. This picture is 
hard to fit to the young man of the classroom. 

4. Malcolm Davies ('36) is now stationed at the Anacostia Naval Reserve Aviation Base, where he is teaching theory of flight and physics 
to beginning naval cadets. Previously he spent nine months in Georgia at army primary flying school teaching theory of flight and power 
plants to R. A. F. cadets from England, Argentine, and Australia. 

5. Crcston Herold ('42) is most enthusiastic about what the army is doing for him. In a letter he wrote, "Strict respect for one another 
is our blueprint of life." When he visited the college he talked to groups of students on the value of regularity of activity and of rest. "In bed 
every night at ten o'clock," helps make one physically fit, and how wonderful is the feeling of physical fitness. 

6. Edgar Clopper ('42) described the short periods of recreation during which the soldiers are allowed freedom. It brings great satisfac- 
tion to have him explain that he with a group of his buddies could entertain themselves at camp without going off to nearby cities. On 
one occasion when his commanding officer asked for a man who could lead games, Edgar, fresh from student teaching and success in play- 
ground supervision, stepped forward. He taught games and conducted the recreation for his group. The next day he was made corporal. 

7. Jimmic O'Connor ('42) is now most likely with the army in Ireland. He wrote from Fort Knox that he was doing clerical work, 
tabulating transfer vehicles and tool checks. 

8. Charles Gross ('41) was for a time at Craig Field, Alabama, where he was teaching mathematics. 

9. Bernard Phelps ('41) wrote, "I organized a chorus of twenty soldiers and we practice at free time." 

10. Jack Koontz ('42) is a first-class yeoman working with the Intelligence Division of the Naval Reserve. 

11. Donald Gorsuch ('41) is taking the master mechanics course on aircraft at Curtis Wright Technical Institute in California. 

12. Sydney Baker ('41) is an army aviadon pilot. Imagine an artist violinist piloting a bomber plane. 

13. Bernard Dvoskin ('41) is a student weather observer. He expresses deep appreciation and gratitude for his college course in meteor- 
ology which he says has been of considerable value to him. 

14. Jerry Kolker ('40) wrote in a recent letter, "My job is at the Fire Director Center where I plot the path of the trajectories fired by 
the 105 millimeter guns of our battalion and assist in the coordination of fire. This work is mathematical; algebra and trigonometry arc 
essential in firing. 

15. William Podlich ('36) writes in a philosophic vein. He wonders what students at home are thinking. He asks, "What institutions 
do they feci will stand this trial by fire and steel? What will be the relation of nation to nation after the struggle is over?" 

16. Jack Hart ('42) is a sergeant doing clerical work at the Army Recruiting Station in Baltimore. 

17. Wheeler, Rush, Bennett, Lauenstein and many others have been and are teaching. They teach military maneuvers, mathematics, and 
science. 

The above seventeen illustrations are all different. They are given as symbols of the contributions which the teaching 
profession is making to the war effort. They are stories of physical fitness, individual differences in skills and abilities, 
self-control and self-discipline, respect for the individual, equality of opportunity, respect of the individual for his 
fellowman, leadership, and intelligent fellowship which is participation in leadership. These young men teachers are 
defending democracy. Democratic liberties and democratic institutions must be defended by those who believe in them 
sufficiently to be willing to make sacrifices for them. 

Some of these young men will return to their teaching positions when the war is over. What kinds of teachers will 
they be.? What will they find when they return.? Will they find that while they were winning the peace the schools at 
home were fighting for the same principle.? Or will they find that the schools did nothing.? Will they feel justified in the 
thought that they did not fight alone.? They will surely feel that all was wasted if they return to a school system admin- 
istered by a dictator, and there are such school systems. They will feel that their sacrifice was in vain if they are assigned 
to a school presided over by a principal who is a dictator, perhaps even a tyrant. Today there are schools where teachers 
have litde or no freedom to express their own ideas, no right to self-realization, no opportunity {Continued on page 22) 

JUNE • 1942 



WE BEQUEATH 



WE, THE SENIOR CLASS of the Towson State Teachers 
College, being of questionable mind but sound body, do be- 
queath the following: 



«o TO THE FACULTY e^ 

Another lovesick group of Seniors to amuse Dr. Crabtree. 

A Senior Class of equal height to Miss Roach; also to Miss 
Roach one full ton of her favorite black chewing gum. 

Automatic gags for Miss Stitzel and Miss Yoder to apply 
on vital spots to certain library visitors. 

Piano in the Girls' Locker Room to Mrs. Brouwer. 

Appreciative diners to Miss Greer. 

Mild prescriptions of arsenic for Dr. Crabtree to adminis- 
ter to the Healthy Living Committee. 

Time to Miss Weyforth. 

An offer from Warner Bros, camera department to Mr. 
Crook. 

Museum to Miss JosHn for her treasures. 

One pair ball-bearing roller skates to Miss MacDonald. 

Thanks to Miss Knipp for including in her courses prac- 
tically half the material in our professional examinations. 

A class of Lin Yutangs to Miss Bersch. 

Frankenstein mask to Mr. Millar so that female students 
may concentrate on work. 

Full attendance and interested people at all assemblies to 
Dr. Wiedefeld. 

One megaphone for Dr. Walther. 

Also to Mrs. Brouwer an exterminator to use at her own 
discretion in the locker room. 

Gratefulness to Mrs. Clark for mothering all our worries. 

Gratitude, warm affection, and every good thing in life 
to Miss Bader, Miss Birdsong, and Dr. Abercrombie. 

A class of Lucien Peterses for Miss Daniels. 



c^ TO THE SCHOOL <^ 

Cab Calloway to play in the foyer every noon. 
Self-help in the library. 

Soap with real lather for all needed districts of the school. 
A radio in every classroom. 

One corkscrew to open the bottleneck in the magazine 
room on Monday afternoons. 

More articles and less criticism to the Tower Light. 
Furniture to room 13. 



One gross of clothes pins for use on the trip to Sewage 
Disposal Plant. 

More dances like the Senior Prom. 

People who attend social functions. 

Swimming pool in the Glen for summer sessions. 

Bugs to the Biology Department. 

Deep and abiding love for other peoples' "litde angels." 

An audition with Benny Goodman to the orchestra. 

Displays for the display cases. 

Air in the T. L. office. 

Our superior L Q.'s to all those in need. 

Patience and tolerance to student teachers. 

A litde more worldly sense of intelligence to a few of the 
county students. 

A course with Emily Post to the student body. 

Paper from Ada's accumulation of late slips to be for- 
warded to the Government for national defense. 

Men to all interested in life, liberty, and pursuit. 

More girls in the dark room for B. Lock. 



<^ MISCELLANEOUS c-*^ 

Nine-tenths of the practice teachers to out-lying districts 
in the African wUds. 

Dave Hess to successive college classes. 

Orson Morton Weiner's booming voice to Bishop. 

Mitzi and Selma for nine weeks, please take good care 
of them. 

Henry's surrealist shoes to the costume department. 

Houdini exits of Stonesifer and Robb to busy Freshmen 
laden with extra-curricular activities. 

Shores' sense of humor to B. J. Battenfeld. 

lona's poise and tact to Marvel Williams. 

Swain's brain to the least of those among us. 

M. Alma's amiability and infectious smile to J. Kennard. 

Sobriety to Stotdemeyer. 

Being fully aware of the nature of the gifts we have 
made, we do put our seal upon this document, this second 
day of June, in the year nineteen forty-two, with much trem- 
bling and trepidation. 

The Class of 1942. 

Witnesses: 
Anonymous. 

TOWER LIGHT 



SENIOR PERSONALITIES 



Senior 1 

Esther Blumstein — Wonderful friend — good humored — 
history student — always good for a laugh. 
900 Warner Street. 

Mildred Garrett — Petite — likes long dates, Cadillacs, and 
Air Corps wings — consistently in arrears of the 9:00 A. M. 
bell. 
4014 Kathland Avenue. 

Doris Glanzman — Diligent — good sport — a whiz at math — 
voluminous note-taker — voluble. 
3900 Eastern Avenue. 

Alma Lee Gott — Always there and always on time!— likes 
summer camp, Mr. Miller's classes, and men — dislikes 
lunches. 
201 South Wickham Road. 

Patricia Herndon — Sweater-'n-skirt gal — long sighs — bub- 
bling laugh and bouncy hair — confirmed apple eater in 
drama class. 
4302 Ridgewood Avenue. 

Evelyn Kandel — Lots of fun — violin virtuoso — likes to knit 
and eat — gets 15-page letters — loves red. 
3305 West Garrison Avenue. 

Agnes Kernan — No eating between meals — sleuth for a 
figure — loves the profession — detail worrier. 
3600 Callaway Avenue. 

Helen Louise Klauenberg — Grecian profile — mind with a 
Bob Hope wit • — enjoys a good story — has miraculous 
lunches. 
5801 Clear Spring Road. 

Mindelle Kohner — One of our "hitchees" — prefers shades 
of red — brunette — dreams of Arizona — "my husband, 
Ferdy." 
1928 West North Avenue. 

Irene Krieger — Always at the telephone — likes food and 
New York — good voice — knows all the latest songs. 
2266 Brookfield Avenue. 

Ada Levin — The quiet, shy type! — always has a joke on tap 
— laughs at life — master imitator — peppy — super duper 
avoider of classes. 
4703 Alhambra Avenue. 

Mary Rochlitz — Sedate and dignified — short curls — likes 
Charlie Spivak and army souvenirs — full of righteous in- 
dignation. 
3016 Cresmont Avenue. 

Charlotte Schwarz — Athletic ace — long blond mane — end- 
less lunches — upswept nose — ring bearer. 
822 North Woodington Road. 

JUNE • 1942 



Frances Shores — Rollicking sense of humor — swell friend — 
storehouse of info and tall tales — wants to travel, climb 
mountains, and do things. 

Mildred Stansbury — "My man. Bill" — short, black curls — 
household financier — cooks a mean dish of macaroni — 
nice nose. 
3009 lona Terrace. 

Evelyn Volk — Dr. C.'s case study — "Dance, peanut?" — po- 
tato chips and pickles — the short of the long and short of 
things. 
1817 ast 31st Street. 

Virginia Lee White — Badminton champ — heated political 
discussions — conscientious — healthy lunches — cute dimples. 
110 Witherspoon Road. 



Senior 2 



Florence Abramson — High, wide, and full of life — long 
black hair — rollicking imitative ability. 
4918 Litchfield Avenue. 

Mary Bickel — Jive specialist — purring sounds when speak- 
ing — rolling gait — interested in politics. 
1917 East Fayette Street. 

Betty Carroll — Beautiful auburn locks — poise plus — in- 
terested in the Air Corps — conscientious — efficient. 
2928 Wyman Parkway. 

Mary Di Peppe — Hard worker — modest and unassuming — 
funny little giggle — tiny mite — swell disposition. 
2801 East Biddle Street. 

Ellen Elste — Striving member of the Intelligentsia — in- 
terested in Russia and its human element — outstanding in 
art. 
3127 Orlando Avenue. 

Dorothy Gronert — One of those unusual woman drivers — 
bobbed hair — cute clothes — meaningful innuendoes re 
children — slim. 
2732 Harford Road. 

Elizabeth Haacke — Ability to write lengthy letters and 
take psychology notes at the same time — generous to a 
fault — brown eyes she knows how to use. 
4419 Raspe Avenue. 

Vella Kobin — Stunted growth — short curls — steady stream 
of jokes — quick on the trigger with apt remarks — holidays 
from work. 
2035 West Pratt Street. 



Ruth Maleson — Friendly — baby hair cuts — gray matter 
plus — excitable — ability to do things. 
2126 North Pulaski Street. 

Alma McAvoy — A wicked wit — generous — arrives on split 
seconds — sleeps in T. L. office — likes triple dip skyscraper 
sodas — a swell gal. 
1500 North Montford Avenue. 

Audrey Pramschufer — Cute jewelry — interested in all kinds 
of art (human and otherwise) — blond tresses — good sport. 
4802 Calumet Avenue. 

Norma Robb — • Quick exits — quiet — untapped supply of 
men — interested in birds and bugs — bookless trips home. 
504 North Linwood Avenue. 

Selma Ruck — Enthusiastic and excitable — attractive clothes 
— interested in bigger and better rings on third finger, 
left hand. 
935 Argyle Avenue. 

Margaret Stonesifer — Petite and cute — quick exits with 
Norma — man trouble — good dancer — beautiful voice. 
2301 Oswego Avenue. 

Catherine Swain — Really interested in teaching for some 
reason — pretty — serious — interested in getting good marks. 
2014 East 31st Street. 

Margaret Zillmor — Full of determination — will of iron — 
willingness to cooperate — interested in her appearance, 
especially hair — cute — determination to get the ball over 
the net some time. 
510 North Ellwood Avenue. 



Senior 3 



loNA Claytor Dorn — Pres — wedding bells — ^bright smile — 
"What's cookin'?" 
216 Doris Avenue, Brooklyn Heights, Maryland. 

Kay Emmart — Social minded — willing helper — scouting — 
interested in all aspects of medicine. 
2747 Cheswold Road. 

Mitzi Goldstein — Life of everything — authority on how to 
prolong your stay here. 
3620 Reisterstown Road. 



Marjorie Hisley — Crusader — conscientious- 
— the girl with the answers. 
3606 Crossland Avenue. 



-diamond rings 



John Horst — Everyone's pal — freshman heart throb — ^likes 
Seven-Up, women, and song. 
4417 Asbury Avenue. 

Gerry Hughes — Senior class, Cornell — brightens up a gym 
period— efficient chairman of anything. 
203 Shady Nook Court, Catonsville, Maryland. 



Henny Kenny — Arthur Murray Special — shiny hair — "fixer- 
upper." 
3316 O'Donnell Street. 

Betsy Smith — Life guard — blond — glamour — blue eyes. 
215 Oakdale Road. 

Louis Snyder — Candidate for Quiz Kids — if you don't know 
anything, ask Louis. 
2018 West Baltimore Street. 

Virginia Strauss — Overworked secretary — ^hats — comes 
formal — Kappa Delta Woodward. 
2690 Wilkens Avenue. 

Morton Weiner — Orson Welles II of "Our Town" fame — 
deep rich voice — -Broadway aspirant. 
708 East Arlington Avenue. 

Ruth Werner — ^Number one model — stock holder in the 
transit company — heart is in the Navy. 
Columbia Road, Ellicott City, Maryland. 

Daisy Yenkinson — Badminton champ — girl with the ready 
smile — internationalist. 
1601 Thomas Avenue. 



Senior 4 

Henry Astrin — Saddle shoes by Salvatore Dali — retiring 
"stoogent" president — class Einstein — admiral of a toy 
fleet. 
4719 Park Heights Avenue. 

Margaret Carter- — Speed demon of any test — poet laureate 
of Senior 4, with an additional dash of artistic ability — 
humor mingled with witty rhymes. 
126 North Hilton Street. 

Warren Culbertson — Dissenting voice in Dr. Crabtree's 
class— nice socks — assorted cufi links — balloon man. 
3020 East Fayette Street. 

Vera Ensor — Our prima donna — likes orchids, ice cream — 
artistic — Kay's other half. 
4614 York Road. 

Ann Fry— Botanist — inspired by Bryant, Frost, and seed 
catalogue — distinctive manner of entering classes late — 
big eyes. 
2920 Woodland Avenue. 

Lily Himmelfarb — Best soprano outside the Glee Club — 
connoisseur of literature and the ballet — likes men — wants 
to be a housewife. 
2431 Lakeview Avenue. 

Evelyn Isaacs — "Dark eyes" — flashing smile — very inter- 
ested in the U. S. N. R. 
3805 Barrington Road. 

TOWER LIGHT 



Martha Karsh— Merry— ^ student— 7?ighteous— Trustful— 
//elpful — Kind — ^lert — i?eady — Small — //umorous. 
600 North Eden Street. 

Doris Kehm — Sweet blonde — everybody's friend — famous 
sneeze — seven pairs of shoes. 
703 Evesham Avenue. 

Ruth McCarty — Ultra sweet — smiling Irish eyes — good 
friend — a whiz at bulletin boards. 
1525 McKean Avenue. 

Kathr\-n Peltz — Fond of good music, red roses, tall bru- 
nettes, tomato and bacon sandwiches — good-natured — 
Vera's other half. 
2734 Fenwick Avenue. 

Sol Shapiro — Hypnotist (especially to women) — scientist of 
Senior 4 — shrewd jackets — mature thinker (see Miss 
Woodward). 
503 North Chester Street. 

Alma Smith — Mystery woman — room 1018 — sun worship 
per — good natured. 
3023 Belmont Avenue. 

Lee Woolf — Croons (into women's ears) — best and only 
Senior bass voice — has Freshman harem. 
3902 Park Heights Avenue. 



Senior 6 

Maxine Batie — Adores ornithology, especially Bill's, a blond 
male, checker games, and late leaves — abhors mice, cigars, 
and the gas shortage. 
108 Grand Avenue, Cumberland, Maryland. 

Fredrica Biedermann — ^Library inhabitant — capable stu- 
dent teacher — sweet smile. 
Glen Arm, Maryland. 

Ann Burke — Likes bridge, companionship to Towson, tall 
blond males, baby hair cuts — great dislike for A. M. 
classes and term papers. 
520 Park Avenue, Towson, Maryland. 

May Diekmann — Versatile — great talent for music — sense 
of humor — keen social consciousness — intellectual curi- 
osity. 
7103 Holabird Avenue, Dundalk, Maryland. 



Eleanor Dietz — Ef&cient and cooperative- 
ion — lovely brunette locks. 
Hyde, Maryland. 



creamy complex- 



DoROTHY Dixon — Neat appearance — peaches and cream com- 
plexion — attractive hair-do — loves a good time and is 
"Frank" about it. 
520 West B Street, Brunswick, Maryland. 

JUNE . 1942 



Margaret Fallin — The happy-go-lucky friend of every- 
body — mediator for roommates — aims to find a "Jack in 
(front of) the Pulpit" in the fall. 
Linthicum Heights, Maryland. 

Norma Gambrill — Vivacious — blue eyes — likes two of every- 
thing and N. Y. trips — favorite song: "O Johnny." 
Millers, Maryland. 

Nancy Goode — "Goody" — belies all the name implies — mis- 
chievous — partial to soldiers. 
101 Clarendon Avenue, Pikesville, Maryland. 

Vivian Higdon — A red head with a good head — a gal of 
action — deeds, not words — a grand section chairman. 
22 Hilltop Road, Brooklyn Park, Maryland. 

Edith Horsmon — Beautiful red hair — dark eyes — coquettish 
manner — eternal good humor — a good friend. 
Prince Frederick, Maryland. 

LeeAnna Knight — Sincere — sense of humor — likes Gym 
and Jim — friendly disposition. 
Street, Harford County, Maryland. 

Esther Larsen — A quiet nature, bred of deep contentment — 
kindness and goodness epitomized — keen and thoughtful. 
4615 Ridgeway Avenue. 

Frances Larson — Adores MAIL (spelled both ways), silver 
bracelet, Greek poets (especially Homer) — abhors pears, 
exams, empty mail boxes, 7 A. M. bells. 
5510 44th Avenue, Hyattsville, Maryland. 

Mary Metcalf — Happy-go-lucky nature — deep thinker — 
loves poetry read by Mrs. Stapleton, fried chicken in the 
springtime, and Peter all the time. 
22 Maryland Avenue, Annapolis, Maryland. 

Gertrude Nelson — Friendly and artistic — pleasant — good 
natured — a happy bride-to-be whose consuming interest is 
Charlie. 
402 Alabama Road, Towson, Maryland. 

Marjorie Parker — Tall, attractive blonde — an ofl-shoot of 
our crop of happy brides-to-be. 
3605 Patterson Avenue, Baltimore County, Maryland. 

Frances Robison — Petite — skillful with a needle and paint 
brush — always neat and well groomed. 
Oak Park, Halethorpe, Maryland. 

Thelma Rosenthal — Our dormitory day student — likes 
Leonard and liver, crazy hats — dances like a dervish — 
working hard to be a dentist's assistant. 
3633 College Avenue. 

Ruth Sannen — Fun-loving — has a special liking for bowling, 

hikes, mystery, and Reisterstown. 

5536 Gwynn Oak Avenue. 
Dorothy Shinham — All-round girl — inhabits A. A. office. 

429 Summit Avenue, Hagerstown, Maryland. 

Elizabeth Tyson — The little brunette whose interest in 
power politics is specifically centered around 'Britton" — 
interested in interior decorating and culinary arts. 
Pylesville, Maryland. 



Jeanette Ulrich — Sense of humor — sincere interest in chil- 
dren — prefers a career to housekeeping — likes controversial 
discussions. 
Hammonds Ferry Road, Linthicum Heights, Maryland. 

Mary Waugh — Suntan enthusiast — southern accent — dim- 
ples — good mind — quick thinker. 
Bentley Springs, Maryland. 



Senior 7 

Charles Chilcoat, Jr. — A swell friend — always known as 
the fellow who looks like somebody else — loves all kinds 
of freedom. 
Sparks, Maryland. 

John Chilcoat — Has a double running around the school — 
likes jokes and farming — sincere, friendly, and good 
humored. 
Sparks, Maryland. 

Alice Crane — Easy on the eyes — matrimonial interests — ef- 
ficient chairman of house committee — little if no response 
to jokes. 
3020 Courtland Place, N.W., Washington, D. C. 

Violet Davis — ^Loves ham and egg sandwiches — a good 
sport — has a unique laugh — plenty of ambition. 
Rocks, Maryland. 

Jean Hidey — A quiet and talented person — has clever ideas 
— her specialties are picnics, monologues, and term papers. 
Woodlawn, Maryland. 

Jeannette Jones — The coed who milks cows — plays keen 
badminton — has a patriotic interest in the U. S. Army — 
energetic — sincere — and lots of fun. 
3 Maple Drive, Catonsville, Maryland. 

Jean Kemp — Nice to look upon — adept at sports — suntan 
addict — pioneer in coiffures. 
R. F. D. No. 2, Annapolis, Maryland. 

Betty Kennedy — • Sincere — vivacious — science enthusiast — 
sweetheart of the "Reg"-i-ment. 
Nottingham, Pa. 

Phyllis Kirtley — Likes taxis — always ready to joke— lots 
of fun — a weakness for "Andy." 
17 Hillside Avenue, Towson, Maryland. 

Edith Kolk — Hilarious addition to proctor's problems — ^has 
an ever-present smile- — likes science — has an amazing ap- 
petite. 
Hyde, Maryland. 

Kenneth Mays — Interested in agriculture — has political as- 
pirations — authority on alfalfa — quiet and nice. 
Parkton, Maryland. 

Donald Merryman — Noted for his swell camera shots — 
wears nice ties — will always remember the New York trip. 
Upperco, Maryland. 

8 



Ellen Meyer McKee — Among the ranks of the married 
Seniors (the pioneer) — pillar of the Glee Club — unbeatable 
sense of humor — likes Bud (that is Mr. McKee). 
27 North Rolling Road, Catonsville, Maryland. 

Lucien Peters — Game fighter — history student — keeps the 
Bell Telephone Company in business — writes "97" page 
book reviews. 
627 Eastern Avenue, Essex, Maryland. 

Frances Ruhl — A smile, a giggle, a laugh all mixed to- 
gether — sweet disposition — has dreams of the future. 
Wilkens Avenue, Towson, Maryland. 

Margie Linkous Talbott — Has a "Mrs." attached to her 
name — loves fried chicken — has the nicest freckles in the 
Senior Class. 
226 Linden Avenue, Towson, Maryland. 

Q. D. Thompson — All-star athlete — has an accent and Mary 
— lives in the Book Shop. 
Sparks, Maryland. 

Betty Weisbrod — Always ready to laugh, joke, or argue — 
likes Chinese philosophy — draws with her toes — takes 
cold dips in April. 
Lutherville, Maryland. 

Mary Marguerite Wilson — Diversely talented — Glee Club 
pillar — likes poetry — the great waltzer. 
108 Adam Street, Rockville, Maryland. 



SENIOR MARRIAGES 

lona Claytor to Frank Dorn. 

Mindelle Kann to Ferdinand Kohner, Jr. 

Margie Linkous to Raymond Talbott. 

Ellen Meyer to Edwin McKee. 

Mildred Snyder to William B. Stansbury, Jr., U. S. A. 

SENIOR ENGAGEMENTS 

Alice Crane to Ralph Hoen. 

Katherine Emmart to Edward Day. 

Mildred Garrett to Aviation Cadet Raymond M. Staley. 

Evelyn Isaacs to Sol Oidick, U. S. N. R. 

Gertrude Nelson to Charles B. Lau. 

Marjorie Parker to Charles Bubert. 

Nannette Frye to Lucien F. Peters, Jr. 

Aubrey Pramschufer to Howard Myers. 

Selma Ruck to Leon Donner. 

Frances Ruhl to Philip Sperry. 

Charlotte Schwarz to Curt A. H. Jeschke. 

Dorothy Shinham to Aviation Cadet Creston Herold. 

Virginia Strauss to Staff Sergeant George Ay. 

Ruth Werner to John C. Kirkwod, U. S. N. R. 

TOWER LIGHT 



WE LOOK BEHIND TO 



WHEN WE WERE FRESHMEN — 

We entered the educational halls of State Teachers with 

the most distinguished Freshman of the year, Dr. Wiede- 

feld. 
We went to observations with legs modestly clothed in hose. 
Day students consumed lunch in what is now Dr. West's 

science room. 
Dorm students smoked in the faculty guest room. 
We (that is, some of us) carried our literary contributions 

to the Tower Light office in what is now Mrs. Brouwer's 

art room. 



WHEN WE WERE SOPHOMORES — 

We listened to Bill Kahn's lively announcements. 

We witnessed fiery Student Council discussions. 

We welcomed the versatile dramatist-scientist, Compton 
Crook, into the faculty fold. 

We were initiated into the sessions of the Art and Music 
Practicums. 

The Tower Light staff moved red pencils and proof sheets 
into the present sanctum. 

We held the jauntiest jamboree in the history of the 
college. 



WHEN WE WERE SENIORS — 

We were given the rare privilege of choosing compulsory 
electives. 

We extended greetings of welcome to Miss Knipp, Mrs. 
Smith, Mr. Millar and Mr. "Big Art" Lembach. 

We developed a novel, super-slick Senior cut system. 

We produced a bumper crop of engagements and mar- 
riages. 

We helplessly watched the departure of the coke machine. 

We fell over sand buckets and became bandaged and splint- 
ered freaks in the ARP courses. 
, We received glowing accounts of life in the armed forces 
from uniformed classmates on furlough. 

We laid bets on when the new gymnasium would be com- 
pleted. 

We experienced the first thrill of wearing caps and gowns 
on May 6. 

We swelled our chests with pride at the prettiest May Day 
in years. 

We spent one of the most pleasant evenings of our Senior 
lives at Dr. Weidefeld's garden party, complete with 
Mr. Lembach in his sailor suit. 

City students developed a new guessing technique involv- 
ing the use of a coin, thanks to professionals. 

We possessed the distinction of being the first full four- 
year class to be awarded degrees. 

— Margaret Zillmor. 



WHEN WE WERE JUNIORS — 

We came under the tutelage of Harvardish, melodious- 
voiced Mr. Miller and the Holiins sweater boy-historian, 
E. Foster Dowell. 

Day students smoked in their very own nicotinic niche in 
Richmond Hall. 

We experienced the luxury of free Wednesday mornings 

and afternoon trips. 
We thirstily welcomed the arrival of the coke machine. 
Dorm students restored carbohydrate energy in the candy 

room in Newell Hall. 

We put on high heels, stuck our shirt tails in and went 
student teaching. 

We celebrated the seventy-fifth anniversary of the college. 
Miss Munn left the destiny of the Tower Light in the 
capable hands of Shores & Co. 

JUNE • 1942 



Ode to Senior I 

Klauenberg's marks — consistendy the best— 
Glanzman and Krieger studying for a test; 
Kernan's mad searches for a spodess glass — 
Herndon eating apples in Drama Class. 
White and her racket — Shores and the maggie — 
Stansbury yelling "Come on, Aggie"; 
Levin telling jokes; Kohner and her ring; 
Garrett and Gott late to everything. 
Blumstein laughing at a year-old joke — 
Kandel reading poetry with Schwartz and Volk; 
Rochlitz and her curls and her stacks of mail — 
To the gals of Senior I, hail, all hail! 



HOW WE 

IMPRESSED 

THE FACULTY 

DR. A. DOWELL— I like the Seniors very much. It's not 

idle flattery when I say they are promising. 
MR. MOSER— Offhand (this is a vague statement), it is 

a class with a personality. 
DR. CRABTREE— They are a smart crowd (don't write 

this down) but as guardian of the Juniors I hope they will 

outsmart the present Seniors. 
DR. FOSTER DOWELL— They are very sweet. I might 

add that I have taught more ladies than gentlemen. 
MR. MILLER— I have never had them for a class but 

those I have worked with are very pleasant. 
MR. MILLAR— They are about as intelligent as Seniors 

could be expected to be — and are very pleasant (be sure 

you add that). 
MISS WEYFORTH— Because they have such a wide rep- 
resentation in the Glee Club, I'll be very sorry to see 

them go. 
MR. WALTHER— The Seniors.? They're the grandest lot 

that ever was. 
MRS. STAPLETON — I have had an unusual experience in 

having them for four years. Their development in intelli- 
gence, knowledge, and wisdom fills me with pride — not 

that I have had so much to do with it. 
MISS BARKLEY — ^They are cooperative and full of good 

spirits but sometimes too talkative. 
MR. CROOK — In general it is an aggressive, wide-awake 

group. I am basing my opinion on the Senior Class I 

have now. 
DR. LYNCH— They are quicker and better students. They 

leave me breathless. 
DR. WEST — I have never worked with a better bunch in 

classes or student teaching. 
MRS. SMITH— I have more Seniors than any other class 

and I like them very much. I haven't found a soul in the 

class who isn't very cooperative. 
MISS BERSCH— The Seniors in philosophy have been such 

a satisfaction. They have had the time and maturity to 

make them a joy to work with. 
MISS ROACH— They have been about one of the best 

groups for working together. They are also a very good- 
looking group. 
MISS BADER — Grandest class we have had for a long, long 

time, and I doubt if we'll have another like it for a good 

while. 

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I A Triad in Placidity | 

A Thrust 

A fragment of lightning breaks the evening, stilled 

By fear. Once a zig-zag sword 

Rips through the skies, while the Lord 

Utters His defiance, sounding the heavens, thunder-filled, 

And the clouds, moved by their Master's will. 

Rush together and spill 

Their rain to the eclipse of light. 

Birds who have hunted long and sung 

Now drop from sight; 

The Earth drinks deep her fill. 

Now stops His sounding and so ends this burst 

Of water. The world He loves has satisfied her thirst. 

From their homes, on mountains or in glens 

Come forth His children, foes and friends, 

Cleansed by His offering, simple as it be, 

Refreshed by God's simplicity. 

— Starky, '39. 

Intermezzo 

Of aching frame and weary mind 

I lay my head on pillows white 

And shut the moonlight from my eyes. 

My thoughts, a wandering simmering kind 
Dance up to realms of splendid light 
Where love marks shifting sands with sighs. 

They wander onward through the wind 
And glide, now drift, toward end of Night 
As Day with stretching arms the sun unties. 

— Starky, '40. 

In Gray Silence 

In gray silence the morning sky clings. 

A stray wavelet caresses the cool air lovingly 

As a tiny stream whispers its story 

To clustered pebbles beneath flowing feet. 

The breeze of star-lit summer evening 
Surrenders to Day not yet born. 
And tireless tiny guardians of calm 
Boldly echo back their cricket call. 

Traces of Night still mark the sky 
With somber hue in God's own corners 
Prolonging Day's arrival. 

— Starky, '41. 

TOWER LIGHT 



Faculty Farewells 



THE RETIREMENT of Miss Harriet A. Bader marks a loss 
not only to our history department but to the entire student 
body. In her we have found a friend whose cooperation and 
guidance have given us help and encouragement. 

With her sister, Miss Edith Bader, the retiring assistant 
superintendent of the Ann Arbor Public Schools, Miss Bader 
is planning to make her future home in Gatlinburg, entrance 
to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. We have been 
invited to come to see her, so should we ever be in Tennessee 
she may be assured of some visitors. 

We will remember Miss Bader for many things. If we 
ever forget what a flying buttress is, what kinds of roofs 
were on colonial houses, and what the difference between a 
mastersinger and a meistersinger is, it will be no fault of 
hers. The departing members of Senior I and II will re- 
member the vast expanse known as Russia and the trouble all 
concerned had in pronouncing appropriate verbiage. 

To Miss Bader go our best wishes and sincere thanks. We 
hope she will come back to see us sometime and we hope 
that some day we can go to Tennessee and see what kind 
of architecture was employed in building her house. 

o-O-o 
"THE GREATEST ADVENTURE ONE CAN HAVE . . . 

Oh, yes, but there are tough places in the teaching pro- 
fession, too." That was the most impressive thing Miss Bird- 
song said. Well, first of all, let me explain myself. Miss 
Birdsong is retiring in June because she wants to and I'm 
writing this because I want to. But, before any valuable 
information would be given, I had to promise to keep this 
article stricdy on the light side. So here it is as it came to me. 

Miss Birdsong is a very active woman. She is interested 
in such organizations as The League of Women Voters, the 
U. S. O. and the American Red Cross, The Child Study 
Group, which is associated with the Federation of Churches, 
and the Bundles for you know where. Incidentally, she is 
the one who got behind the three hundred women here and 
soon we were all snapping needles with blue, wine, tan and 
green wool. Captain Birdsong (this is not a typographical 
error) has under her a crew of women at the University Hos- 
pital. The list of clubs could go on and on. No wonder Miss 
Birdsong is retiring! 

But there is more to her future than a mad dash here and 
a mad dash there. You see we have a mad splash on the can- 
vas in free moments (Miss Birdsong is being influenced by 
Mrs. Stapleton to take up portrait painting), vocal lessons, 
practice and more practice on Andante Cantabile, a garden, 
but not a Victory Garden (Mr. Miller, please note), a more 
orderly house, new bedroom draperies, teas, photographs ga- 
lore and baskets. Miss Birdsong said, "I can resist anything 
but baskets." 



Miss Birdsong was appointed about the same time Mrs. 
Stapleton was and I understand they arc real buddies. Mrs. 
Stapleton is going to give Miss Birdsong a dog. "You know," 
she said, "I've trained everything from parents to children, 
so I'll take a stab at training a dog." I think it's to be a cocker. 

I asked the question concerning the frivolity of the stu- 
dents here. Miss Birdsong said, "We are more frivolous now 
because we have more things to be frivolous with." Then she 
laughed and said, "From buggies and horses, to automobiles, 
to buggies and horses." Now we know. 

"What is your favorite expression.?" Answer 

(Censored). 

Strictly between us — Miss Birdsong's secret ambition is 
to be an opera star in heaven. Besides, she is tired of being 
cooperative on earth so when she gets to heaven she plans 
on being disobedient, uncooperative, and all the things she 
couldn't be on earth. When St. Peter gives the order to 
walk on the golden walk and play the golden harp, the 
answer is going to be definitely no. So there. . . . 

In all her experiences with people — teachers, students, 
and parents — she has concluded the highest compliment 
that can be paid to her is not devotion, not admiration, but 
a belief that she is fair. We pay her that compliment. 

You have heard Miss Birdsong speak of her friend. Miss 
Frazee. They have been living together since they were 
very young ladies. The day that they met was the luckiest 
day Miss Birdsong ever spent. An unusual thing is that Miss 
Birdsong's father was a rebel and Miss Frazee's father was 
a Yankee! Still they get along. 

To you. Miss Birdsong, we wish a continued great adven- 
ture. We'll miss you more than you'll miss us because you 
will still be working hard — as usual. We want you to come 
and come often!! 

— A. M. Hicks. 
P. S. — ^When you hear of a new book on the market called 

Wild Parents I Have Met, buy a copy P. D. Q. You'll 

know the author. 



JUNE 



1942 



IT WAS MY FORTUNE — good or bad, I cannot say — 
to have had to pay a visit to the office of the good Doctor 
Abercrombie in the last week of school, early in June. At 
about the same time, I had occasion to read a short play by 
■ William Saroyan, entitled "Elmer and Lilly." I went to the 
office for (1) healing for a sore throat, and (2) some infor- 
mation regarding Doctor Abercrombie's background, and 
whatnot. I met Doctor Abercrombie in both places — the 
play, and the office. In the abbreviated Saroyan work, there 
is a Doctor Abercrombie who gets a visit from Elmer, in 
dire need of remedy for whatever ailed him. The missing 

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element was that although Elmer did not come away with 
any pills, I did. 

Being good-natured, by way of introduction, I come to 
a disclosure of facts which may, in a sense of speaking, lessen 
the speed of Dr. Abercrombie's withdrawal from the college. 

It was in 1929 that Dr. Abercrombie came to State Teach- 
ers College. To have served faithfully and well for thirteen 
years speaks eloquently what Dr. Abercrombie is. She re- 
ceived her doctorate at Women's Medical College. She men- 
tioned her work in the Johns Hopkins School of Hygiene, 
under the noted Sir Arthur Newsholme, and further, her 
work at Yale. She was an honor woman in college, she has- 
tened to explain, but she very noticeably omitted dates. (What 
woman wouldn't.?) Dr. Abercrombie followed this with a 
health officer's course at the College of Physicians in New 
York. She points with a great deal of satisfaction to her 
delegacy to the International Conference on Hygiene at 
Dresden, Germany, in 1930. While on the subject of trips 
abroad, Dr. Abercrombie mentioned with much pleasure her 
visits to the Universities of Leyden, Heidelberg, and Edin- 
burgh, where she observed some of the notable work going 
on in her special field. 

Work in the Hopkins dispensary paved the way for Dr. 
Abercrombie's term of two years' service (1910-1912) as an 
authoritative witness in assault cases of women and children. 
She handled medical angles for the child labor bill in Mary- 
land from 1912 to 1929. (Dr. Abercrombie pointed out that 
many of these positions were held contemporaneously.) 
From 1913 to the year of her arrival here, she was physician 
at Girls' Latin School and at Park School. In 1922 she as- 
sumed the additional work as visiting physician at the Mary- 
land Training School for Girls. The rest of the story is ours, 
to cherish and to remember. 

"On the whole," Dr. Abercrombie said, "the association 
at Towson has been a very fine one. My stay here has been 
most delightful, and I've enjoyed every minute of it. I am 
glad to have been able to do a piece of work that has been 
recognized." She went on to note that physical education 
here has been consistently among the best in the country, 
and that is something of which to be proud. 

"The students," Dr. Abercrombie continued, "have been 
very cooperative. The entire faculty, of both the college and 
the campus school, have contributed to this cooperation." 
But she said, rather wistfully, that the time for retirement 
has come, "as it must to all of us. We must make place for 
younger people." She went on, "My advice to the students.? 
Be sure to put away enough money for travel! Travel is ideal 
for getting in touch with 'the other person'." 

Dr. Abercrombie listed travel and art as her chief preoc- 
cupations in leisure time. "You see," she said, "it is often 
better to take a place by the side of the road, rather than at 
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Our Allegiance 

Ed. Note — The italicized part of this article was 
the retiring Student Council President's talk de- 
livered on Installation Day, May 6, 1942. 



THIS YEAR we have witnessed an unprecedented change 
in our relations. We are no longer merely the student body 
of a Maryland State Teachers College. Today we are a unit 
of Youth, Incorporated — the democratic way. We have seen 
and been a part of the national changes from isolationism 
to war, from complacency and contentment to grim deter- 
mination. To us students, and particularly our student gov- 
ernment these have been new things, unparalleled in our 
few years here. We had never before been called on to do 
so much for the sal{e of so many little things we love. As 
is usual, it seems, our start has been slow, but now it is time 
for us to quic\en our pace. Now we must be more conscious 
than ever before of the type of government under which we 
have lived and hope always to live. 

Therefore, let us today and next year and all the years 
to follow, whether in peace or in war, dedicate ourselves to 
one hundred per cent cooperation with the working democ- 
racy we have \nown in our student government and the 
United States of America. 

That there is a hard job ahead for us should be undeniable. 
The student government in the war years will be called on 
to meet many shifts in activities, to make necessary changes 
in its administration. After six months of a world war, our 
student government already shows signs of numerous 
changes; during the summer we shall see many others — 
changes concerning privileges of graduate students, care and 
use of our campus and glen, summer organizations, and out- 
door activities. 

We must not be led falsely by the illusions of a summer 
merry-go-round or a six weeks' spell of Utopian fever. To 
a large extent our summer session will determine future 
policies of our college. A successful summer semester will 
help guarantee a strong student government and college 
spirit and greatly strengthen the possibilities for an in- 
creased student enrollment. 

During the months that follow — in mosquito-tainted 
heat inculcating plans to run away from it all for a vacation 
on the beach of a summer resort — we must sacrifice some 
part of our time and energy to take inventory of the doctrines 
of working democracy in our college. We must understand 
and practice the duties, privileges and the administration 
of our democratic student government, so that in the near 
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NEWS FROM CAMP 



Editor's Note — The following letter was written by 
a graduate of our college. We feel that such a message 
coming from a member of the armed forces is more to 
the point than anything we could say on the subject! 



Camp Croft, South Carolina. 
Dear Fellow: 

Yesterday life was good, skies were bright and you were 
full of the joy of living. There was your job. You worked 
hard to achieve your ambitions. You were happy in your 
work, for after a day of tiredness you had home to go to, a 
mother's comfort and a father's guiding counsel. The future 
was bright — you and the one and only had plans — it was 
great to be alive! 

Today, fellow, we are at war! Blurred is that rosy picture 

— everything is seemingly gone and your world has col- 
lapsed into chaos. Do not be discouraged — Be content and 
make the best of a truly awful mess! 

Life in the army is quite different from your own. Oh, yes, 
you will strive to continue it uninterrupted — do not try, it 
is not possible. Adjust quickly and you will find happiness. 

Your new home will be an unattractive wooden structure 
to be shared with 85 others just as yourself — bewildered. 
You will be responsible for its order and cleanliness. To- 
gether, as a team, you and 85 teammates will learn to share 
and share alike for a common purpose. 

Your team will be WPA workers, ditch diggers, college 
grads, and hill-billies. But remember this — no matter what 

— you are all plain Joe Americans; Joe, who possesses some- 
thing no other fellow on earth can boast of. 

There will be days you will dread — days of dog tired- 
ness — days of fierce inner rebellion of this thing which tore 
your roots from the ground! But, fellow, there will be days 
of good clean fun full of comradeship. Together you will 
learn the meaning of a great army's byword — "Esprit de 
Corps." Esprit de Corps — all for one and one for all — a 
feeling that makes you glow and burn with inner satisfac- 
tion that you have a job to do and together you will mop up 
this mess. Your life is not ended — just delayed. 

These days of rebellion will be many at first. Suddenly 
a notice will appear — "Parade tomorrow." Yes, I have been 
on the sidewalk many times, too, but now you and a thou- 
sand other Americans wearing your nation's uniform will 
march. The Commanding Officer will give "Eyes right." You 
salute to the "Stars and Stripes." For a split second into your 
view will come that flag men have fought and died for. With 
the speed no human can measure seared into your brain will 
be that which made that flag so envied and respected among 
nations. 



JUNE 



1942 



You will see the Pilgrims, a nation oppressed, Washing- 
ton, Valley Forge, Concord, Lexington, Patrick Henry, 
Yorktown, Lincoln, a nation divided, a nation reunited strong 
in purpose, fighting to give you that heritage you now hold. 
That heritage of "life, liberty, and pursuit of hapiness — 
one nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all!" 

Can you stand by and see it swept away? They gave it to 
you. Is it worth fighting for? Will you protect it and preserve 
it for those who follow? Ours is the greatest nation on earth. 
God help us, we will keep it so! 

Oh, yes, your rebellion will disappear. Just remember 
this: You are no longer Sam or Bill — only an indomitable 
spirit united to hold that which is dear to us. 

Chin up, stout fellow, tomorrow is a lovely day! 

— Joe American. 



LETTERS FROM OUR members of the armed forces 
continue to come and give us many happy moments. I 
recently read an article of a project being carried out in one 
college where a person was collecting in "scrap-book" form 
letters from students in the army. These will be kept for 
posterity and will give a picture of war times of 1942. I 
think this is a splendid idea and we shall continue to keep 
the many letters that come. However, I think they should 
be shared now, and whenever possible excerpts from the let- 
ters should appear in the Tower Light. 

As we read these letters we can enjoy an "arm-chair" trip 
around the United States and even into England because 
one of the members has been in England for some time. Who 
knows but that others may be in Australia or other foreign 
ports by now. 

— Rebecca C. Tansil. 



William Podlich, now at the Air Corps Officer Candidate 
School, Miami Beach, Florida, writes: 

"... I was transferred from Luke Field to this school about 
three weeks ago, and am working very hard to become a 
model of a modern military gentleman. When they call the 
survivors of such courses as these '90-day wonders' what they 
must mean is that it is a wonder that they get through 
without straining a blood vessel or something. ' 

". . . It is good to know that we teachers are engaged in a 
bit of concrete action along with the rest of the country. I 
hope, however, that a bit of thought and discussion is being 
spent on the time when we have to decide on the kind of 
peace which will be established after the muscle work is fin- 
ished. Are many of the students interested in that problem? 

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What institutions do they feel will stand this trial by fire 
and steel; what will be the relationship of nation to nation 

after the struggle is done?" 

• • • 

Lou Cox writes from the Army Air Base, Barksdale Field, 
Louisiana: 

"Everything is great down here in Louisiana. We are 
flying day and night and all over the United States. This 
week-end we have a flight to Milwaukee, and just the other 
day I covered six States and the Gulf of Mexico. ... It is 
indeed quite an experience to be flying by radio beam. Cer- 
tain stations all over the United States throw out a radio 
beam in three or four directions from their base. These beams 
have certain frequencies, as do ordinary radio stations, and 
we must fix the desired frequency on our radio. 

"We have everything that a person could possibly want 
down here. The grounds consist of 25,000 acres. We have 
our own pool, club, gym, golf course, hunting reservation, 
ranges of all sorts, stores, hospitals, theater, etc. This is the 
largest field in the U. S." 

• • • 

Donaldson Gorsuch, class of '40, is at Glendale, California: 

"I am now stationed at the Curtis Wright Technical In- 
stitute in Glendale, California. I am taking a master me- 
chanics course on aircraft. After I have finished this course 
I hope to specialize in engines. I appreciate the copies of the 
Tower Light. They bring back memories of some good 
times at S. T. C. 

"I especially liked the section on army news. It's fun 
reading the experiences that the other fellows have. Some of 
them are pretty good. I wonder if any of the posts have a 
bugler like the one we have. He actually swings reveille 
every morning. You'd be surprised to see the difference it 
makes in getting you up. You actually jump out of bed. The 
courses here are pretty hard. We have classes eight hours a 
day and a minimum of three hours' home study (and I 
thought college was tough). 

"This place is heaven itself as far as the army is concerned. 
Nothing to do except classes. No K. P. or any details. The 
other fellows would appreciate that." 



James Jett writes from Huntsville, Alabama: 
"About one hundred of us who trained with the 11th 
Battalion at Fort McClellan, Alabama, were chosen to join 
a Military Police Detachment at the Huntsville Arsenal in 
Huntsville, Alabama. Ours is the important duty of guard- 
ing this arsenal in the Tennessee Valley. Several of the posts 
are very lonely — mountains and woods (and on the night 
shift, snakes and owls and foxes) are our only company; 
that is, besides our loaded rifles. This new work which the 
army has chosen for me is very interesting — there is 'nature 

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study' on those solitary posts. Then, on posts closer to civili- 
zation, there is 'human nature study.' The people who work 
in the arsenal are very friendly and, I believe, somewhat 
frightened, because of the loaded rifles. 

"I'd like to congratulate the student body on the May 
Court they have selected. With such a May Court I am sure 
May Day must have been a great success. 

"I expect to get a furlough soon and am looking forward 
to visiting you. Meanwhile those letters and the Tower 
Lights help me feel very close to home." 

Editor's Note — We were delighted that Jimmy did 
get his expected furlough in time to receive his degree 
at graduation exercises. If all the boys look as grand in 
uniform as the honorable ex-editor, Mr. Jett, we'll be en- 
tirely reconciled to lending them to Uncle Sam! 



Bill Jett is now at Camp Shelby, Mississippi. He sent us an 
air mail letter and, needless to say, we were quite flattered. 

"Ladies: 

"This is to inform you that your wandering ex-colleague is 
now a member of Company A, 103rd Infantry, 43rd Division 
of Camp Shelby, Mississippi (125 miles from New Orleans) 
and a 1,685-mile trip by rail from Fort Meade (my last 
residence), Maryland. 

"It is very hot here, but the general terrain is greatly sim- 
ilar to that of Maryland in this locality. We sleep in tents — 
Shelby is the second largest army camp in the U. S. and the 
largest tent camp — there are unending iniles of them. The 
food, soldiers, 'non-coms', and officers are irreproachable — 
or perhaps I am an optimist (please note. Miss KirckhofI). 

"Though I miss State Teachers, my education and a fine 
profession, I am all the more convinced of my choice. It is 
a great thing we are undertaking and I assure you our army 
is greater than most of you imagine. I should estimate it well 
over four million. When one travels over most of the indus- 
trial east and sees the huge factories; the tremendous quanti- 
ties of food; supplies; machines; trucks; jeeps; planes; guns; 
equipment; and manpower constantly pouring in anew — 
then one realizes the vastness of our nation and the many 
things it is capable of doing for this world. For really this 
abundance is but a part of the whole — the Middle West, 
and West and Southwest, North and East. 

"I hoped to send some contribution to the Tower Light 
but really, though I realize the excuse unbecoming, I have 
been so rushed and busy that I fear I shall not be able to 
for some months. Do not believe any rumors you may have 
heard about army men having too much time on their hands. 
There is so much to do in the way of learning — drill, new 
knowledges (of military nature, of course), new skills, school, 
eating, hikes and bivouacs. Then in spare time one must go 
to the post office, canteen, post exchange, etc. I hope I have 
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TOWER LIGHT 



College Events 



IF YOU HAVE TAKEN THE TROUBLE TO NOTICE, 
there has been a sharp decrease in the number of cars on the 
south parking lot. Can some brilliant individual explain 
why? (It's not that we're unintelligent, but our family has 
been buying so many War Stamps and Bonds that we can't 
afiford the newspapers, and the installment collector decided 
that he liked our radio, too, so we don't know a thing about 
that gruesome tire and gas rationing which is forcing 75 
per cent, of our cars off the highways, keeping us at home 
or forcing us onto trolleys, and totally changing our social 
structure.) 



WONDER WHAT THE REACTION WOULD BE TO 
the first appearance of slacks in the classrooms of this college? 
Can't you hear Miss W. (second floor) saying "Slacks go 
with liberal education — out the window"; or the other 
Miss W. (first floor), "Well, now, people, I don't know about 
this"; or Miss B., "It all depends on your philosophy of life"; 
Mrs. B., "You know, girls, we voted about this not long 
ago" (and incidentally, no one here now knows when that 
was). Frankly we're too timid right now to interview the 
masculine faction of the faculty. Oh, well, no use getting 
gray over the highly improbable, is there? 



CAN YOU IMAGINE OUR EDUCATIONAL SYSTEM 
if we all turned out to be replicas of Dr. Suhrie? We realize 
that the chances are slight, although not improbable, but the 
war still hasn't extinguished our ability to dream. Just imag- 
ine being as alive, inspiring, appreciative, and interested in 
things as he. 

• • • 

DID YOU SEE PEOPLE ROAMING AROUND THE 
corridors with that dreamy — in fact, downright hazy — 
look in their eyes? Don't be disturbed — it's just a hangover 
(of the glamorous rather than the painful type) from the 
Junior-Senior Prom. What a night! Just like in the movies, 
too, Mabel. Moon 'n everything. Have you heard any com- 
plaints yet? Neither have we. When not otherwise preoccu- 
pied, the stags and drags were undoubtedly fascinated by the 
punch bowl fashioned of ice with flowers sealed in — that's 
1942 for you. 

• • • 

RATHER SOON S. T. C. IS GOING TO FIND ITSELF 
with quite a collection of "letter" men . . . and we don't 
mean Greek letters . . . but solid M's, ST's and whatnot. 
First the A. A. assembly scattered its awards upon our popu- 
lace and then the Music awards came along — the student 
without one of these is becoming the oddity, or is he? 



STRICTLY ON THE Q. T., HAVE YOU NOTICED 
that newly-installed cabinet in the B. S. (Book Shop, to you) ? 
Maybe this summer session isn't such a bad idea after all. All 
we need now is a hot-dog stand, a pop fountain, and a ham- 
burger stand on the south drive. On second thought — also 
a private pool for each section or year, station wagons that 
are self-fueling and that run on streamlined rims, and of 
course students to take our courses for us while we play 
around the campus. 



OUR GLEE CLUB IS REALLY BECOMING ILLUS- 
trious. Did you know that they had another broadcast? It's 
getting to be an everyday occurrence. Not only that, but they 
have been using the recording machine, too. Ask Miss W. 
for a preview of the kind of work they do. You're in for a 
delightful surprise and we're in the know. (Purely rumor: 
Victor and Columbia Records are trying to outbid each 
other for contracts and rights, etc., but the Glee Club just 
hasn't decided yet whether or not they like the black or red 
labelled records best.) 

JUNE • 1942 



BACCALAUREATE SERVICES ON MAY 3 1ST FEA- 
tured Reverend Ferris, of Baltimore, who delivered an ad- 
dress intimating that there's an after-life we should keep in 
mind while struggling through this one. The novel part of 
his speech was that it approached the subject with optimism 
— true, we must live worthily to come out well (immortally 
speaking) but think of the improved use we will make of our 
abilities when we realize that life is more than the present, 
the past, and a short, unpredictable future. 

In spite of the fierce summer heat and their heavy robes, 
the Seniors and the Glee Club sang beautifully, and the or- 
chestra gave one of its best performances to date. It was a 
ceremony to remember. 

• o • 

ON THE NIGHT OF JUNE 1ST THE CLASS OF '42 
perpetrated Class Night, which began with the Senior Din- 
ner in the dormitory and proceeded to Step Singing on the 
front steps of the Administration Building. There was a 
large and appreciative audience, and someone's dog added 
an unscheduled descant to the Senior's harmony. Then the 
class put pink icing on the evening with a dramatization of 
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Till We Meet Again 

THIS ISSUE will end the publication of the Tower Light 
in its present form. Adjustments always come with war and 
we are making adjustments. Whatever the fall brings forth 
we hope you will accept with understanding. 

Plans are now being made which will provide for a 
monthly publication in a newspaper form. Because of its 
brevity it will be devoted in the most part to matters of 
vital interest in the school. Such a publication has been ne- 
cessitated because the decreased enrollment will give us ab- 
breviated funds and because the new wartime set-up will 
keep us from having a consistent staff. 

It will be up to the student body, particularly those who 
comprise the new staff, to make the "new" Tower Light a 
success. The Tower Light is the publication of the student 
body and without more than mere superficial interest in it 
there will be many trap doors through which to fall. 

In retrospection we can say that this year the Tower Light 
has achieved something in becoming an organization run 
entirely by the students. Reports which we have heard have 
been favorable. This does not mean, however, that it is time 
to buy ten-cent cigars and blow smoke rings. It should, in- 
stead, be a challenge to go on to something better through 
whatever channels are available. 

School publications offer innumerable possibilities. When 
the student body becomes acutely aware of this the mountain 
will be the mole hill. 



This, then, is the time of leave-taking. We were just be- 
ginning to feel that the magazine was becoming worthy of 
representing S. T. C. — and now it is imperative that future 
plans be laid along the lines of an entirely diflerent publi- 
cation. 

The year just past has been one of "trial and error" — but 
we have usually benefited from the errors. We have found 
that certain members of the staff have immeasurably proved 
their worth and initiative; others have gradually sidled out 
of the organization through lack of a real interest in it. 

The encouragement and recognition needed as boosts by 
the hardest of workers came from many members of the 
faculty. Dr. Wiedefeld constantly made us feel that we were 
doing an important job well. Dr. Lynch, chairman of the 
policy board, not only lent us both of her ears in which to 
pour our woes, but also spent hours of precious time each 
month carefully checking and revising our copy when nec- 
essary. We would have been lost without her. Mr. Millar, 
Miss Barkeley, Miss Blood, and Miss Woodward, other mem- 
bers of the board, gave patiently of their time and advice in 
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IMMIGRANTS ALL, 
AMERICANS ALL 

DURING THE early part of May the annual National Folk 
Festival was held in Constitution Hall, Washington, D. C. 
Our Nation's Capital was a very appropriate place for such 
a celebration. Representatives of various nationalities as- 
sembled, in their native costume, to demonstrate some of 
their folk dances and songs. It is not often that one obtains 
a chance to see the various contributions that the different 
cultures have brought to America. 

With a whooping and a hollering the American Indians 
opened the program. One of the Indians climaxed the pro- 
gram with a hoop dance. To the beat of tom-toms his body 
wiggle.d and squirmed in and out of four small hoops. 

"Grab your partners and swing 'em around, throw 'em in 
the air and catch 'em on the rebound," and that's exactly 
what the University of Denver students accomplished in 
their gingham gowns, purple shirts, red kerchiefs, yellow 
shoes, and syncopated rhythm. Never before were such 
square dances witnessed! We were transported into what 
must be Miss Roach's idea of Paradise. Before we leave Miss 
Roach's Paradise, we must make mention of the Highland 
Reel which also appeared on the program. Yes, there were 
genuine bagpipes with all feet and hands moving in unison. 
(See the Sophomores; it can be done.) 

Another colorful highlight of the evening was the Ukrain- 
ian group garbed in dazzling, delightfully daring gypsy 
colors. Never before have we seen rainbows doing the deep 
knee bend with side kicks to it. 

The theme of the Palestinian group showed the rebirth of 
the ancient Jewish homeland. The spirited youngsters sym- 
bolized the hope and courage of the Palestinian pioneers. 

And — Glory Hallelujah — we heard Negro spirituals 
in real Negro style. Their rhythm and choral work were 
excellent. In like manner, there passed before us members 
of the French, English, Irish, Philippines, Czechoslovak, and 
East Indian groups. It is regrettable that the Italian, Ger- 
man, and Japanese representatives were omitted. As some- 
one remarked, "Just because we're at sword's points now is 
no reason to hate spaghetti, Wagner, and cherry blossoms." 

Then came the climax. It was a moment of tears, chills, 
and thrills when in marched a regiment of United States 
soldiers singing army songs. After taps resounded through 
the hall, the various nationality groups assembled with their 
own flags and, led by the soldiers, everyone sang "The Star- 
Spangled Banner." 

Despite the spectacular pageantry, the core of the festival 
was the idea within it — that nationalities from all over the 
world go to make up these United States. "Immigrants all — 
Americans all." 

— Selma Myerson and Muriel Woolf. 

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PERHAPS YOU HEARD THE BROADCAST THAT 
told the world of Mussolini's "tennis technique." According 
to the commentator, he sneaked out to the courts five minutes 
before the reporters were scheduled to arrive and announced 
on their arrival that he had been playing for a half-hour. Not 
only did he serve from a spot three steps within the baseline 
(a bubble ball serve at that) but the returns by his yes-men 
athletes were such that a crippled old man with a wooden 
leg and a broken arm could have handled them. At the con- 
clusion of three games lost and two won by Mussolini, he 
announced the score to be seven to five in his favor. All by 
way of explanation of his techniques with the Greeks. 

• • • 

SIR PHILIP GIBBS WROTE OF OUR ENOCH PRATT 

Library a while back that it was one of the most wonderful 
institutions of its kind that he had ever visited. Take another 
look, sometime, and be proud! 

• • • 

FOR A UNIQUE ANGLE TO THE ANCESTRAL 
home and family business, we recommend "Windswept" by 
Mary Ellen Chase. It is quite delightful as well as thought- 
provoking. 

• • • 

NOWADAYS TRAVELING BY BUS HAS BECOME 
so popular that anxious commuters are even standing for 
distances such as those from Baltimore to Frederick and Ha- 
gerstown! Recall that bit of foot news the next time you feel 
inclined to grumble at the "swinging and swaying" on the 
Crosstown. 

• • • 

ALSO ON THE "HOW 'BOUT GIVING IT A TRY" 
list is the photo play "Reap the Wild Wind." Wonderful 
photography, stirring story, and grand acting. 

• • • 

HERE'S HOPING THE PHYSICAL EDUCATION DE- 
partment continues its eagle-eye search for stray tennis balls. 
With the new balls bouncing one-quarter less than the old 
ones we fear our struggling Bobby Riggs and Helen Wills 

Moody potentials will have yet an even tougher time! 

• • • 

DURING VACATION DID YOU "CATCH UP" ON 



those heart-rending, soul-stirring dramas of life broadcast 
every a. m.? Personally, we have no more fingernails left 
since Bill Smith heardessly renounced his faithful wife Mary 
for the "triangle third" in the "Strange Saga of the Soulful 

Smiths." Ah, misery. 

• • • 

AS THE JUNE ISSUE OF THE TOWER LIGHT GOES 
to press, the summer session at S. T. C. has not quite started. 
But we have vague ideas, hopes, and fears concerning the 
near future. Classes at sunrise, no free periods, sticky class- 
rooms, and heavy schedules are some of the rumors. How- 
ever, there is the shady glen, the promising "contraption" in 
the Book Shop, possible free afternoons, and "new things" 
in the way of social entertainment to which to look forward. 
No matter what happens, we will undoubtedly be happy. 
After all, we are making a small sacrifice compared to that 

of many individuals. 

• • • 

IF THE JAPANESE BEETLES THINK THEY ARE 

going "to get away with it all" this summer, they are sadly 

mistaken. It gives one a rather satisfied feeling to go after 

the "critters" with full force now. We're willing to wager 

that plum and apple trees, rose bushes, and plants will be 

guarded with the fervor and zeal displayed at Wake Island. 

It will be grand for civilian morale. 
s • • 

ARE ALL OF YOU LASSIES DOING YOUR PART IN 
the letter line.? The boys in the service never get too much 
mail. No one has to write articles to tell us how encouraging 
a word from friend or relative can be when one is far away 
from hime. So fire your missiles at soldier, sailor, marine, or 
air cadet whenever you have the chance. If answers do not 
reward your efforts immediately, remember that the fellas 
have a Big Job to do — and not very much free time. 

P. S. — If you would like to have the addresses of a dozen 

or so up-and-coming members of Uncle Sam's Army, wend 

your way to the Registrar's Office. Dr. Tansil would be glad 

to refer you to the files of our own S. T. C. boys in uniform. 

e • • 

WE CERTAINLY SHALL MISS THE GRADUATES. 
It hardly seems possible that there could ever be substitutes 
for J. Horst's piano-playing, A. Pramschufer's outfits, E. 
Haacke's brown eyes, M. Weiner's acting, M. Zillmor's sin- 
cerity, W. Culbertson's teasing, F. Shores' abounding fun 
and friendliness. We could go on ad infinitum. Suffice it to 
say that if the present Seniors are as well liked and respected 

as those that have left, their year will be a pleasant one. 

• • • 

SINCE THIS ISSUE OF THE TOWER LIGHT WILL 
reach the student body near the beginning of the summer 
session, we have the opportunity of saying in one breath, 
"Farewell, good luck. Seniors!" and "Hello, glad you are 
with us, Freshmen!" 



JUNE 



1942 



17 



Science, Religion, and Philosophy 



MANY OF MY intellectually near-sighted, righteous, and 
obviously sincere friends and associates, alarmed by the 
transfer of attention from religion to science in recent decades, 
have formed the idiotic and irreconcilable opinion that the 
latter, science, and everything it concerns is one gigantic and 
overwhelming evil without which the world and man would 
be far better in every way. They make the absurd, nay, 
stupid claim that science is a frightful menace, a blessing to 
our intellects, it is agreed, but a curse upon our spirits, a 
Frankenstein disrupting mankind and its beliefs, in constant 
opposition to and inconsistent with religion, what religion 
represents, and the principles thereof. Into the minds of these 
individuals — whom I shall henceforth term the "religion- 
ists" have been martialed such amounts and arrays of minis- 
terial propaganda as to be the absolute infallibility, the un- 
questionable rightness of their own specific religious organ- 
ization. For so long has this cramming continued that these 
persons of whom I speak, deficient in any sense of balance, 
lacking in any feeling of proportion, blind to all values ex- 
cept the ones they themselves impose, are beyond the hope 
of ever being able to regain their footing on the firm grounds 
of intellectuality and rationalism. It is their policy to brook 
no opposition, to condemn as pagan or heretic that man who 
dares express a contrary word, whether it be the fruit of long 
and careful meditation or the result of a sudden impulse; 
thus they go, like the proverbial bull in the china shop, burst- 
ing asunder the barriers of reason, common sense, and good 
taste, endeavoring with all manner of violent and hysterical 
methods to impress their doctrines upon their fellowmen. 

In opposition to the foregoing, who are the victims of a 
most illiberal and inadequate education and who certainly 
justify the old axiom, "A litde knowledge is a dangerous 
thing," are the other probably no more level-headed or analyz- 
ing individuals who claim — or think — that science is rap- 
idly becoming the religion, that in scientific thought and 
research man is finding the answers to all the vague and 
obscure problems with which he has been intellectually 
wrestling for centuries and with whose solutions he has been 
concerned for ages. The members of this latter group — I 
shall call them the "religio-scientists" for want of a better 
term — are quick to point out that the primary purpose for 
belief in deities in the first place was to give answers to 
troublesome questions which could not be naturally ex- 
plained, only supernaturally; and they say that they are de- 
riving more satisfaction from communions with science than 
from communions with God. Indeed, it is not extremely 

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difficult to see how they might come to worship a God, Sci- 
ence, for the "religio-scientists" base their belief upon the 
fact that practically everything good in the world today has 
been the product of scientific thought and research (overlook- 
ing the fact that scientific thought and research has been re- 
sponsible for destructive implements such as bombs, cannon, 
etc., also). Even Nature itself, they continue, would be our 
enemy were it not for the tempering influence of and knowl- 
edge imparted to us by science. 

There is a sub-group under the "religio-scientists" who 
carry this idea a step further; they recognize, more specifically 
than Science, Thought, as their God, claiming that all things 
are the result of thought, including individuals, for every in- 
dividual, it is assumed, began as a "thought," an idea, in 
the minds of his parents. The fallacy in their belief, however, 
lies in the fact that it cannot explain the origin of life as we 
know it. 

In their deification of science or thought, however, the 
"religio-scientists" presuppose that the nebulous, all-pervad- 
ing, omniscient presence regarded by the laymen as "God" 
does not exist. Indeed, the man of science, by his very nature, 
inclined through years of dogmatic preachments and experi- 
ences toward the doubt of any statement, word, or conjec- 
ture — be it in the line of theory, law, or hypothesis — unless 
said statement, word, or conjecture be flanked by positive evi- 
dence, finds it beyond his ability to fathom any such God 
as advanced by the theories of, say, Christianity; and yet, 
for the same reason, he could not accept that God he must 
hesitate in his rejecting of it, because he cannot prove that 
there is NOT a God. 

The group to which I am referring as the religionists say 
in essence: "We grant that science is able to explain many 
things and satisfies a great number of our philosophical prob- 
lems; we agree that science can explain the evolution of life 
from the very first unicellular organism. But to the scientist 
we pose this question: 'Where did that first organism come 
from?' And we can find but one answer, from something or 
some one on a higher plane of existence than we, from God." 

But the "religio-scientists," not to be outdone or undone 
so easily, immediately strike back with this question: "And 
where did God come from?" Indeed, I feel there is a strong 
point in favor of the "religio-scientists" in that last question; 
for, if the "religionists" can assume that the first organism 
must of necessity have had an origin, cannot the "religio- 
scientists" exercise equal liberty and assume that God, then, 
must also have had an origin? However, the entire argu- 

TOWER LIGHT 



ment receives more attention than it merits, for obviously 
no definite conclusion can be reached. 

Between the two violent extremes, that is, between the 
rabid intolerance and untempered monoideology of the "re- 
ligionists," who have suffered from a pitiful and unfortunate 
overexposure to theology, between these things and the 
equally fevered sophistry of the believers in the God, Science, 
whose impartial faith to that subject has been entirely to their 
detriment, is the intermediary philosopher, long exposed to 
the influence and arguments of both theology and science 
and their related subjects, as well as to appreciable distribu- 
tions of the human psychologies, history, and literature, and 
more than casually acquainted with man in the light of his 
forerunners and the panorama of his achievements and cul- 
ture from the beginning of time. Equipped with a back- 
ground consisting of an immense storehouse of fact and 
theory, seasoned with tolerance, and eager to learn and under- 
stand, the philosopher is the perfect individual to stand above 
the turmoil produced by the minor attainments, the trivial 
self-condonings, and the eternal kindergarten debates of un- 
thinking scientists ("religio-scientists") and God-believing 
gendemen, the members of both of which factions study out 
of necessity, believe out of habit, and speak out of turn. The 
impossibility of either of these two bodies ever obtaining 
sufficient evidence to convince or convert the others is a fact 
apparent to the philosopher. This thinking man, thinking not 
for himself alone but for all mankind, goes about patiently 
endeavoring — • in so far as he is capable — to fit man into 
the scheme of things, essaying to justify man to himself by 
employing established systems of logic and reasoning. He 
does not demand proof unattainable, but recognizes the rel- 
ative status of truth. 

The philosophers have certainly given evidence of their 
value to mankind in the advancement of vast and remark- 
able hypothesis, tremendous appeals to the intellect, and 
much-to-be-desired food for thought, evidence sufficient to 
compel anyone, learned or unlearned, refined or uncultivated, 
to regard them with respect and to consider in the light of 
their past achievements what further they may have to say. It 
was, for instance, the philosopher who so suddenly and com- 
pletely almost succeeded in undermining the bases for psychol- 
ogy and in effecting the discontinuance of research in that field 
when he stated that although the psychologist recognized the 
shortcomings, the inadequacies of the human mind as an 
organ, he insisted upon using the very instrument he himself 
termed undeveloped to study the human mind. "We do not 
study the eye with an eye," said the philosopher, "nor do we 
study the ear with the ear. How, then, can we study the 
mind with the mind, which we admit is imperfect, and ac- 
cept the results we obtain as complete, as honest, as valid.?" 

It would be of little use for me to endeavor to list the ac- 
complishments of the philosophical geniuses of our and all 



ages, to indicate the high trends in thinking for which they 
are responsible, to evaluate them, their achievements, and 
their influences, for such a task would require more time 
than I possess, more paper than I can afford, and more effort 
than I care to expend. Certainly it is apparent without 
further exposition that their contributions are commensurate 
with — if not equal or superior to — those of religion and, 
perhaps, even science. 

If philosophy is all these things, is it not, then, deserving 
of more consideration than we accord it? Does it not offer 
more spiritual compensation than either science or religion.'' 
There is no doubt about it all: philosophy allows the exercise 
of our own judgment in our quest for that adjustment and 
that justification which is the aim and end of living. The 
trend now is toward science and away from religion. In the 
future will the emphasis be upon the "middle ground"? I 
believe so. 

— Warren Wendler. 



May Court Juniors 

HERE, AS PER PROMISE, are the six Juniors of the Court 
— their lives are open paragraphs: 

Virginia Blocher — Has naturally curly brown locks, and likes 
'most any sport in the ledger. Is interested in U. of M. for 
some reason, and enjoys a joke as well as the next student 
teacher. 

Doris Carr — ^Likes music, dancing, art, movies, and sports, 
but throws a fit when she runs into a practical joker. 
Green as a color suits her, while her ambition is to be 
happy. Notices general appearance first in a man, and red 
roses are her favorite flower. 

Wanda Carter — Pet likes are good dancers, up "hair do's," 
mail (both kinds) and fun, while she gets riled at people 
who call her short. Chooses blue as a color, gardenias as a 
flower, and notices appearance and a zippy personality 
first in her men. Admits she doesn't know exacdy what 
her ambition is, but she says she wants to "do something 
wonderful." 

Shirley Hicks — As her favorite bloom, Shirley picks the white 
violet, and she definitely likes crew cuts and brown eyes in 
a man. Hates night work, and wants to be a model school 
teacher. 

Ronnie Puzychi — Evidently likes dark hair and the name 
Johnny, and shines on the athletic field. Nice blue eyes, 
wonderful disposition. (Lack of info due to student teach- 
ing-) 

Jane Stottlemeyer — Turns blue when you mention the Air 
Corps, but gets a kick out of air mail letters and late hours. 
Doesn't like sombre colors, loves gardenias, and wants 
to teach school. Looks first at the twinkle in a man's eyes. 



JUNE 



1942 



19 



PLATE INVENTORY 



JUNE IS HERE! Need more be said? Tommy Dorsey has 
not deserted his pubHc. This time he has put out a very po- 
tent arrangement of a classic, which you all know, I'm sure. 
The delicious build-up is for Love Sends A Little Gift of 
Roses as sung by Frank Sinatra and the Pied Pipers. In case 
some of you have forgotten the tune, each line has a rather 
high note or series of high notes for the climax. T. D. has 
arranged it in this way: Sinatra sings the words gradually 
leading to the climax, while the orchestra is faintly heard in 
the background. As the climax is reached, T. D.'s mellow 
trombone suddenly glides out accompanied by the Pied 
Pipers. Then Sinatra takes over, then T. D. and the Pied 
Pipers. Singularly each line is tops. Put it all together and 
you have the "nth degree." Listen and see if you rave about 
it as much as I do. 

No doubt you, too, have selected Hal Maclntyre as being 
THE band of the year. Wacky rhythm like Duke Ellington's 
and arrangements like Glenn Miller's are decided character- 
istics of this new jive maker. Have you heard his neat re- 
cording of A Starry Night? The South Biyou Shuffle, be- 
lieve you me, is slow and sweet. Daisy May is similar to Jersey 
Bounce, but better. His Tangerine is better than J. D.'s. (For 
that O'H opinion I have paid and paid dearly.) 

Will Bradley is coming back into focus with Seeing You 
Again, which is really solid. Do you like his Flamingo? He 
has taken up Kate Smith's song and played up background 
harmony in 7 Threw a Kiss to the Ocean, which results in 
foreground applause. Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree is too 
fast and not too good, anyway. 

Kay Kyser's S\ylar\ is plenty fine. (At this point my life 
is of little value, but it would be worth less if I voted against 
Dinah S. Right.?) Zoot Suit is still okay, but how many of 
you took my suggestion and listened to F. Shores' arrange- 
ment.? Harry Babbitt and Trudy Irwin do Who Wouldn't 
Love You. Also congratulations are in store for Soldier, Let 
Me Read Your Letter. Just plain best is ]ust Plain Lone- 
some — for a picture, for you, for, etc. The queerest waxing 
job yet is by the hill-billies in his orchestra singing Send Me 
One Dozen Roses and Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree. It's 
okay if you like corn. 

What do you think about Johnny Long? If you don't, 
listen for Bob Houston's melancholy full notes wowing 
you with Wherever You Are and Solitude. Helen Young is 
still smooth in Somebody Else Is Talking My Place (Yeah, 
I know it's old, but then. . . .) Better still is Send Me One 
Dozen Roses. It sounds like a copy of T. D.'s famous Marie, 
but it is great. I'm Breathless is clever. 

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Have any of you met Lollipalopsy Lou? (Please excuse 
spelling, but you try it.) She's the mascot of the army, ma- 
rines, air corps, etc. Gets around, eh what? That's what 
Sammy Kaye says, anyway. 

Bob Chester's There Are Rivers to Cross is a combination 
of everything: lyrics, smooth rhythm, neat arrangement and 
a put-everything-into-it singer. Listen, then buy! 

Woody Herman has definitely improved in my estimation. 
Can you imagine his being so slow you feel like you'd like 
to give him a swift push? Neither did I until I heard A 
Soldier's Dream. Stop, it's wonderful. 

Incidentally, the Merry Macs and the Four King Sisters 
have done I'm Breathless, Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree, 
Send Me One Dozen Roses and Sweet Eloise. It is going to 
be a fight to the finish with these two groups trying their best 
to win. Which do you prefer? 

Listen also for: 

Freddy Martin's Johnny Doughboy, Glenn Miller's At 
Last, and Bing Crosby. You fill in the rest. 

— O'H. 

P. S. — Fred Waring is the one for It's Raining Memories. 



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Mace Produce Company 22 

Maryland Hotel Supply Company 23 

Mason's Service Station 23 

The Second National Bank of Towson 22 

Stewart's Personal Service 23 

The Towson National Bank •. 23 

The Towson Theater 22 

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FACULTY FAREWELLS 

(Continued from page 12) 

the foot of the stairs." She has the entire Clara Clemens 
series of etchings of Maryland, and also, a great number of 
the Seymour prints. To the writer, and to everyone here at 
college, Dr. Abercrombie extends a cordial invitation to visit 
her at her home (3524 Greenmount Avenue, Baltimore) to 
talk over her collections and old times. 

And old times there are to talk about! What student does 
not know something of Dr. Abercrombie outside of the class- 
room and her ofSce.? After all, it isn't every instructor who 
can put a stethoscope to his student, look inquiringly down 
his throat, and calmly hold his hand for indications of pulse. 
All this is Dr. Abercrombie. But there are intangibles, as 
there must always be. The written word simply cannot ex- 
press the feelings and appreciations extended over thirteen 
years. Dr. Abercrombie's life thus far has been rich, and we 
feel all the richer for having known her. May she go on 
from strength to strength in the light of her motherliness 
and kind affection for human beings. 

— Herschel London. 



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(Continued from page 16) 

the setding of those matters concerned with the T. L. Nu- 
merous other faculty members — though not on our staff — 
have offered constructive criticism and encouragement be- 
cause of their interest in the publication. 

The student staff naturally had its Gibraltars too. The 
graduates who are leaving will especially create a void in 
the staff. Names are too numerous to mention, except those 
of the two editors, Patricia Herndon and Frances Shores. 
They have remained faithful, hard workers through their 
years of association with the T. L. Frances, especially, had 
assumed such an important place in the entire workings of 
the magazine that we shall be practically lost without her. 
Those of us who daily inhabited the T. L. office through the 
past year, acknowledge and appreciate the work of those 
who are leaving. 

As we turn our back on the work we have known and look 
forward to a future type of newspaper, may we combine 
the achievements of the Tower Light up-to-date with the 
conciseness and timeliness of a war publication. 

JUNE • 1942 



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WINNING THE PEACE 

(Continued from page 3) to experiment or to investigate. The only way open to them is to fit into the organization 
established by the administration, to carry out the program of the administrators, to follow the curriculum prescribed 
by the system. Today there are classrooms in which the teacher determines all the procedures, makes all the rules and 
regulations, asks all the questions and decides all the answers, exercises all the initiative and does all the thinking. The 
pupils exercise only a kind of blind followship. The democratic way of life cannot function in such classrooms. 

The teacher must first of all be free himself. One who has never had freedom cannot exercise leadership. An un- 
democratic school system can make little contribution toward the protection of those freedoms which are the essence of 
democracy. Teachers working under dictatorial administration cannot retain faith in democracy. It is greatly to be hoped 
that all educational institutions, from the kindergarten through the college, will make every eflort to keep stride with 
the boys in the service in winning a just peace. This can be done only by guaranteeing to every pupil through every 
teacher the right to self-realization. With this right goes the responsibility for taking care that his self-expression is socially 
good. Courage, discipline, efficiency are as necessary to the democratic way of life as they are in a dictatorship. 

Only by adhering to the standards which the schools have set for themselves and by providing to every teacher and 
every child in every classroom plentiful opportunities for exercising through education those freedoms which are guaran- 
teed to every citizen of the United States of America can the schools keep faith with the boys and help them side by 
side to win the peace. The goal should be an "Orderly freedom for socially constructive self-realization." 



Branches—Spring 

Waving branches in the night paved against the celestial sky 
Toss and rustle in the late evening breeze, 
And form a shifting pattern of green with the last, lone 
rays of light. 

They stir restlessly, disturbed by faint wind tremors, 
And bow and dance fitfully in ever-changing rhythm. 
As never tiring they continue unceasingly. 

Seek you the meaning of their wild whisperings 
To find answer in Nature's plaintive cry.? 
Be still and attend the quietude of Mother Nature's bosom 
child. 

— Betty Meeth. 



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1942 



NEWS FROM CAMP 

(Continued from page 14) 

not bored you with my ramblings but I felt as though I 
owed an accounting of my 'rookie' impressions and where- 
abouts to my former colleagues — whose acquaintance I look 
back upon fondly and appreciatively." 



Editor's Note — Many of the "boys" in camp have 
written the Tower Light asking what our subscription 
rate is. We would like to go on record now as saying 
that the small amount of work involved in sending the 
issues to the camps has been amply repaid by the stimu- 
lating and encouraging thanks expressed by the receivers. 
We feel that in helping to keep our boys in the armed 
services in close contact with their Alma Mater, we are 
contributing a small bit to a Great Cause. 



COLLEGE EVENTS 

(Continued from page 15) 

the high spots of their four years at S. T. C. It dawns on us 
that the school is losing some of its sharpest wits this year. 
We especially liked the subtle sequence laid at the Junior 
Prom showing the effect of selective service on the college — 
a gang of coeds pursuing the few remaining men with but- 
terfly nets. 



GOVERNOR HERBERT R. O'CONOR AND DR. 
Thomas S. Pullen were the principal speakers at Commence- 
ment Exercises on June 2nd. Governor O'Conor revoiced the 
feeling of many of us that teaching is an essential war job, 
and that staying in college is as good a way to beat the Axis 
as building battleships. Dr. PuUen's address pursued the 
thought a little further; one must keep on learning and 
adding to one's education to keep on living, and no freedom 
won in battle will be any good to us if we underestimate 
the value of learning. 

Among the graduates was James Jett, who is now with the 
army. Marie Kindervatter, Sophomore, was announced win- 
ner of the Minnie Medwedeff scholarship, and Muriel Frames, 
of the Junior Class, was awarded a partial scholarship. Music 
by the Glee Club, the Seniors and the orchestra, and the 
program ended with everyone singing Alma Mater, offering 
congratulations and saying good-bye. It's the T, L. and the 
whole school saying it. Seniors, when we tell you that we 
are going to miss you. — H. P. 

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(Continued from page 12) 

future we will be able to teach what we have learned to a 
new generation. 

We must all bend our shoulders and bare our arms for the 
colossal war effort necessary for our triumph over the Axis 
powers. As a group and as individuals, we are and will be 
called on to contribute material and moral support to our 
fighting forces. There will undoubtedly be other forms of 
aid to the services, morale or civilian defense to help achieve 
final victory. We must organize and coordinate our war 
activities or contributions so that years hence we will not be 
able to say with validity — "In support of our nation, we 
gave 'too litde, too late'." 

A die has been cast. Many of us probably do not like the 
engraving. But we are at war — both the warmongers and 
pacifists — and there should be no doubt in anyone's mind 
as to what we are going to do about it! We must prove in 
the quickest and the most effective way possible that "de- 
mocracy" is a practice, not a definition. 

— Henry Astrin. 

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VOL. I NO. 1 



JULY 16, 1942 



STUDENTS VOTE NEL" CONSTITUTION 

..S GOVERNING BCD! CiL..jGES .>VJ.'iE 

TIIE l^IE'.T Student Governnent Assooiation constitution nov/ 

stands, having been ratified by an overvj-helming margin 

l£.st week. The new constitution was the fruition of 

'vvork v;hich began last semester in the administration of 

Henry Jistrin, '42. 



The final vote in the 
ratification poll, held 
after two reading ses- 
sions, one of vfhich "ims 
rather stormy, sho^-ved I36 
votes for ratificatio,and 
14 opposed. Miss Betty 
V/hite, Student GovernEaib 
President, said this week 
she thought most of the 
negative votes were in 
fun. 

Miss ".'."hite also indica- 
ted pleasure at the fact 
that this constitution 
seems to be a better pic- 
ture of the abilities and 
disabilities of the stu- 
dents than that given by 
the document T.iiich is be- 
ing replaced. 

S.G.jl^. Supre ae 
• A review Jof ..^the.'.-.nov/ 
constitution shows a 
stronger emphasis than 
before on the suprema- 
cy of the Student Govern- 
ment Association in all 
phases of student life 
^vhich are not directly 
under the control of the 
administration or faculty. 

Thero vra.s comment -s ii%- 
dicated by posters in the 
lov/er halls with regard 
to the poor' attondanco-at 
tho meeting. Of 273 stu- 
dents on roll this su:'.imer 
only "150 v/ere present to 
■«ote« 

SEE lexT i::uE of t.l. 

NEV.'S pop. L..TS3T Iffll^B 
FROLI S.T.C. SERVICE MEN 



lis BELIEVE 

THAT THE UMACCUSTOiiED.. 
SmZ.'ER SCHOOL LIFE AT 
S.T.C. IS GOING TO BE DIS- 
TINGUISHED -Tr BY IDEAS, 
THINGS, EWNTS UNIQUE AND 
UNDREAi.IED OP ON COOL VJEA- 
THER CA2,:FU3ES. 

TH.'.T LIFE AT S.T.C. 
DURING THE SULLIER SE33I0N 
OF 1942 IS GOING TO BE 
HISTORY— HISTORY TH.'.T DE- 
SERVES TO BE RECORDED* 

THEREFORE, "."E PLEDGE 
OURSELVES TO SEE CCLEAREY 
AND PRESERTO uITH PLEA- 
SURE ALL THZSE THINGS 
FOR T!!E DELIGHT OF THE 
FRES^IT' STUDENT BODY 
AND THE CONFOUNDING OF 
FUTURE HISTORIANS ".'.HO 
:^-.Y A3SSRT TH;.T THE 
SUIi.SR OF 1942 "wAS A 
GRI:; AND HOPELESS MOi..ENT 
IN TliiE. 

The Stc.ff 

Ei'IROLLIiENT SHOTS STRONG STU- 
DENT SUPPORT OF SUMl.iER TERM; 
10 FORIvIER GRAD3 BOOKED 

Verifjang student comment 
that the campus seemed as 
crowded as during the fall 
term, authentic figures from 
the Registrr.r's Office show 
a return of 243 out of an 
eligible 277 students, a.nd 
a June freshman class nu]3- 
bering 19 . Also new is the 
little group of 10 profes- 
sional students who have re- 
turned from "the field" for 
summer courses. 



FACTS AND FICTION ON 
FRESHMEN 

In our nation-v;ido hunt 
for nev/ freshmen to fill 
our sacly diminLshcd en- 
rollment v;e managed to ga- 
ther in nineteen coura- 
geous young souls. from 
such Y/idely diversified a- 
reas as Sparrov/s Point, 
Ellicott City and Hagers- 
tovm. They're a pleasant 
group and have plenty to 
offer S.T.C 'Ve're doubly 
fortunate this year fro v/e 
have not only the friendly 
leadership cjid guidance of 
our president but also the 
witty companionship of Dr. 
"i^'icdef eld's niece, Theresa. 
INTELLECT I 

Esther Spaeth beware I 
There's a genius at v/ork 
on third floor Nev/ell. ht 
least that's T/hat Edna May 
Merson announces on her 
door when she's studying, 
and doesn't v;ant to be bo- 
thered. -Competition may 
also com.e from Mary Carol 
who's suspected of being 
intelligent. 

BES-YOO-TY i 

Shirley Henschen 
the profile of the 
girl at Sparro\7s 
High is already giving our 
well-established glamor 
girls stiff competition. 
Also along the glamor line 
are Bernice Feldman and 

Ellen Hai't v»ith the beau- 
tiful eyes. Hilde Poper's 
not to be sneezed at ei- 
ther (Say it "paper", not 
"pepper"). 

PERSONxUJTY i 

Lois Hr.le, the farmer's 
daughter, should be an ad- 
ept student in liiss V.'ood- 

(cont. p. 2, col. 1) 



'.Tith 
ideal 
Point 



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"'JJ{ IN FILMS 

"Eagle Sqaadron," soon to be shovfli at the local theatres, 
has all the elements necessary to make it appeal to mass aud- 
iencec . It ho.s the proper color, action, and particularly., 
tinelinefrs ; and although the propaganda element is present, 
it is secondary to entertainment and interest. The fast pace 
set early in the film is maintained throughout, and the 
total effect is rather a stimulating one. SpcGki.ng...of Y/ar 
films, anyone Y/ho missed the first shoT/ing of "Sergeant York" 
has a second opportunity to see it and should do so; it is 
the cinema's best and most elaborate contribution to the vjar 
effort. 



best and most elaborate contribution to the 

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Strictly x'or dcy-dreaniers is 



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SCHOOL MOURNS 
MISS COOK'S DEATH- 
STATE TEACHERS hr.s 
lost :. faithful mom- 
bor in JAiss Catherine 
Cook, who died of a 
critical illness on 
Juno 7. 1942. Those 
of us v;ho kncv/ Miss 
Cook during her six- 
toon years of sorvicc 
hero prior to hor re- 
signation in 1941» 
v;ill romomber her r.s 
an over friendly in- 
structor who made the 
study of tests rjid 
ncasurements seen 
practical — -a 1 person 
interested in r.nd de- 
voted to education. 



TI-E STAFF 

Editor;;: N.Kirckhoff 

Jccji Connor 

Ncv/s : John McCauley, 

Inez Schultz, M. 

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the film recently exhibited at a dovm-tovm theatre. Con- 
ceived on a childish level r.nd executed on only a. slightlj'- 
higher one, the fantastic adventures of the lord of the 
jungle on the roof-tops of the tall tovm will be screen fare| per.turos: V. Blocher 
acceptable only to the follov;ors of Flash ' Gordon, Dick Tracey,! ',7, v.endler, D.Kapp 
and Superman. The best pGrformnnco in the picture, inciden- ! h. Press, N. 3rc- 



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THE iiljf^EST^O OUTDOES HIiioELF 

For v:ayono even romotely interested in classical mu- 
sic, the recording' by .iirtaro Toscanini (and orchestra )of 
Brahms' Symphony No. 1 in F Minor on Victor records should 
bo of cspocir.l note. Tho sotting of one mass of tone against 
rjiothor, the cleaji beauty of the slow movement and the intri- 
c?.-Ec architecture of the finale are such thr.t no hc:^.ring of 
tho v/ork could' possibly bo incidental. The sot is v/orth its 
weight in gold. 



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Barrett 
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FRESHMEN (cent. from P.l) 
v/.:.rd*s Early Jlmerican His- 
tory. Then there's Peggy 
Baker from Ik-.gerctown, Dot 
Everett from Bel Air, and 
friendly fcry Eaumgartner 
from Soton. 

Betty Schulmaji -.nd Edith 
Stark make a coosomo two- 
some. Babs Collier uespe- 
ratcly v/antr, an efficient 



hair grower for her ;hort, 
but adorable, curlj/ locks. 

Can any certain Sopho- 
mores toll Elizabeth Zim- 
mcr vfhct has happened to 
her Teddy Bear? 

Has M. Kieman been stu- 
dying monologues? Talk 
v.'ith her (if you can get 
a word in) and see v»hatvo 
mean. 



Edith Dolle — -.vho is 
she? Como on cut and 
rar.ke yourself Icnovm i 

No, we haven't forgot- 
ten the boys (?) of tho 
class; but Earl, please 
come out of your shell. 
The girls won't bite you 
cjid the boys are rea.lly 
very nice -— v;c should 
kno-.ri I i -H.B. 



July 16. 1942 



TOVnSR LIGHT Nffl'»'S 



DORMITORY STAFF ADDITION 

A young lady who does 
loiov; where the next meal 
is coming from is Anna M« 
Bcxker, Ic.test addition to 
the dormitory staff, v;-ho 
is taking over Miss" Greer 's 
duties as dietician. Petite 
but bu sines si ike ,v;ith short 
brovm hair and a nice North 
Dakota accont—sho coinG to 
ivlaryland in 1 934— Miss Bak- 
er is enthusiastic about 
her now job. 

"I like the way the 
girls take responsibili- 
ties here," she told us, 
explaining that the dorm 
companies have helped her 
more than a little bit. 
She is also proud of the 
kitchen help, and of her 
cavernous domain under the 
dining room, v;hioh she man- 
ages with beautiful sys- 
tem, ■'^ile v/o were talk- 
ing to her she checked on 
order for potato chips and 
phoned for a day's ice- 
cream supply, "TvTO and a 
half gallons each of var 
nilla, butter pecan, and 
chocolate— that '11 bo all, 
thank you." She shov;ed 
us the menus for the next 
throe vrecks— typed in ad- 
vance for approval by the 
State Purcliasing Buroau— 
and oven to these undictotr 
is eyes, they looked good. 

But this isn't sur- 
prising. Miss Baker v/as 
assistant dietician at 

"Tostcrn Marylcjid College 
for five years, and di- 
rector of tho Baltimore 
YviCI. cafeteria 
past year. 

Pet recipes? 
kor hinted at 



£h£2-i. 




during the 

Hiss Ba- 
V. secret 
buttor scotch sauce v;hich 
she will spring on the 
cafeteria one of these 
days.' TJatch for it, stu- 
dent s . 



Pet peeves? Miss Baker 
adnits to nono. But if, 
some mercury-busting day 
in August when the stoves 
and ovens arc going full 
blast, you should pipe up 
gleefully, 

"rrnat's oookin'?" 
Well, oven Ivliss Baker.. 

STUDENT SALLIES 
ON SUlvaiER SESSION 

Wandering around the 
other day, vro wore sudden- 
ly hit by this idea— l'?hat 
do students really think 
of summer school? Put- 
ting the idea into action, 
vro immediately cornered a 
fov; hapless individuals 
and came av/ay v/ith these 
opinions: 

"I like' it~v;hilo it 
stays cool." 

"It interferes too 
much mth my social life." 



the 



early 



IS 



"I like 
classes. " 

"It's O.K." 

"It's just 
homo as it 
might as %to11 
credits v/hilo I 

Tv.ro brave 
willing to be 
quoted. 

John McCauleyj 
scenery is v/onderf ul J" 

Paul Harris: "".Tnen 
tho shorts come?" 

So there it is. Vflii 

do you think? 



s hot at 
hero; I 
get some 
suffer." 
souls were 
directly 



Tlio 



do 



ItlPORTA?^ ADJI 

V.7iNTE D : ^ Ni c e home s 
for four charming and 
well-bred kittens. 
Bring character referen- 
ces to Mr. Miller this 
v/eek. First fiood appli- 
cations will bo honored. 



July 16, 19i)-2 



TOVSR LIGHT IIEV.'S 



Vo.f p b. 



CLUB N E IV S 

KDP 
THE EPSILOK i'.LPHi'. CffiJ^TER 
of Kcppr. Doltc Pi, nr.tio- 
nr.lly-kiiov/n education so- 
ciety, kept right in step 
v.'ith the ".ccclerr.ted war 
progrcn of the college by 
holding r.n additional el- 
ection in June, when invi- 
tations to ineiTtborship v/ere 
cxtcndcc to graduate Ev- 
elyn Isaacs and seniors 
Virginia Dorsej^ and Muriel 
Francs. Tl-.e corenony took 
place in the Glen on June 
8. LIr. Konnoth I'ilier, as 
guest speaker, presented 
so.ne interesting thoughts 
on Education and the Peace 
and not the least enjoy- 
able part of the afternoon 
consisted of a picnic sup- 
per featuring hrjTiburgors 
and baked beans. 

GRS:vT OUTDOORS 
TRALiP, TR.'.UP, TR^JiiP— the 
shortage of tires and gas- 
oline means not a groan to 
ncmbors of S.T. C.'s Natur- 
al History Group, because 
they clv.'c.js ha.vc preferred 
biking and hiking to rid- 
ing, cnyvrc.y. Helen Klinkc 
president, states she v;ill 
not begin to worry until 
shoe leather is rationed. 
More officially, she an- 
nounced the group's calen- 
dar of events so far: a 
bird hike before sehool 
and a supper hike to Lit. 
Pleasant in the afternoon- 
all on Friday, July 17th 
Everybody out ! 

LITTLE THEATRE GUILD 
C-'.LLING :.LL ST;JIS I The 

Little ThOvatro Guild is 
planning c. saiu.ier produc- 
tion to be given at an as- 
scnbly in August. Casting 
has not yet been conpleted 
and the nerabors of the 
Guild v/olcono any of the 
college students who aro 
intorcstcd in dramatics to 
corac to the try-outs. 



C/JvlPUS CRACKS 



Preeh:nan: "I hear the 
profs in this school 
are prottj/- fast." 

Soph J "Dunno, none of •oni 
ever passed no. " 

Botany student: " "Ihc.t 
makes bees buzz?" 

".7ise prof: "You'd buzz, 
too, if somebody took 
your honey and nectc'.r" 



Professor: (to continually 
misbehaving ' student) 
"':!hcro's your ethics?" 

Nonchalant student: "I 
traded it in for a Fly- 
mouth." 

Prcfesoor Hoserius says, "A 
good line is the 
shortest distance be- 
tweon two dates." 



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ON TUESD^'.YS and Thursdays 
from 3 ^^ 5 i^-nd on Mondays 
through Fridays from 7 to 
9 the S.T.C. Campus is an 
M.G.Ii. version of college 
athletic life, .'.ctivitics 
at such times are so di- 
versified and spontaneous 
it has been almost impos- 
sible to make a schedule 
of sot events for each 
week. 

Tennis seems to be queen 
of the individual sports. 
Students have turned out 
in such numbers that in 
one afternoon every court 
was filled vdth doubles 
and people were waiting to 
play. Perhaps v;e have Mr. 
Frank Roberts to thank for 



Student and faculty 
tournaments arc being run 
off in both tennis cjid 
br.d;;iinton. V'e are quite 
fortunate in having stu- 
dents' who arc skilled e- 
nough, and v/illing, to 
instruct learners in ci- 
ther of the games. 

j'jiother sport rising in 
favor at Towson is arche- 
ry, a game for which we 
ov/e thanks to the Greeks. 
There has already boon c 
tourna;nent betv/een the 
Dianas and ",7illicjn Tells;' 
the Dianas vrore triumphant. 

The team games had a ra- 
ther slow start, but the 
company challenges of the 
dorm perked things up a 



the demonstration, which bit. Ccmpcjiy 



under the 



made any tennis enthusiast 
sigh v/ith envy. 

.'. close rival of tennis 
in popularity is badrdn- 
ton. iin excelleiit demons- 
tration "was given by Vir- 
ginia V.nite, intercollegi- 
ate singles and doubles 
champion, and Irving 
O'Hoil, Lid. ' State Junior 
Hen's Chcj-np. Together 
they are the mixed' doubles 
chainps of Maryland. Lliss 
VJliito gave somo helpful 
information on the shots 
used and, v;ith Hr. O'Noil, 
demonstrated them. 



leadership of Captain Mar- 
vel V.'illiams, challenged 
the boy day-studonts. Ask 
the boys the results — they 
have now challenged the 
girl dc;y-studcnts. "uc'll 
let you knov/ the drcjaatic 
outcomo. 

Under LIr. Don Llinnegan's 
guidance, the A. A. has 
triod to arrange a pro- 
gram providing the needed 
touch of sport to the sum- 
mer session. Come out and 
take advantage of this op- 
portunity for vacation fun 
and exercise i -V.B. 




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THE FIRST ISSUE OP THE VOL. I. NO. 2 
Tovrer Light Nev/s net 
v/ith varied comments. In 



jMiLJ£i-JL242. > 



our ovm iininitable sleuth- 
ing fashion we heard stu- 
dents say, "It's all right 
for the suniner session',' or 
"Frankly, I thinlc it's a 
waste of time," and, more 
frequently, "How oorae the 
chajige?" 

Perhaps the set-up \ms 
not mdde quite clear e- 
nough* Drop in student en«» 
rollraent brought in a 
smaller activities feej 
more important, it seemed 
that in times such as 
these, great expenditures 
on a college publication 
v;as unpatriotic and unfit- 
ting. So we adjusted. The 
Tov/cr Light Ncv/s of the 
sujiinor session \tos the re- 
sult. Wg are sololy en- 
deavoring through it to 
keep c.livo that elusive 
spark called "college spi- 
rit", to leave behind us 
at least r. smell record of 
the session activities and 
to keep our boys in camp 
in close connection v/ith 
their Alma Mater. 

ITo do not know what the 
fall will bring. Perhaps a 
more elaborate publication 
will be possible; perhaps 
there will be none at all. 
Student interest and coop- 
oration along T/ith vrc.r 
priorities and economios 
will bo the decisive fac- 
tors in the T. L. future. 



Lr'iTEST BULLETIN 

IVod.^July 29th, STC Caj-npus 

Cragg pitched Cap't. 
Spaeth's torn to an ll-lO 
victory over Cap't. Vifol- 
lor's in a major base- 
ball event. All handspar- 
tjcipatod. J 



PRIORITIES SLOW GYM CONSTRUCTION 
S.T»C«'s now gym, vdth its non-priority lamella roof 
and much of its interior safoly finished, still needs 
certain vital parts for its lighting system before it 
v/ill be ready for student use, Mr. P. J. Thuman, State 
Architect, stated this week. 

Scarcity of materials isn't the only factor delaying 
completion, for the shortage of skilled labor makes 
necessary a minimum of electricians and other trained 
mon»In spite of these handicaps, v;ork is going on bris- 
kly; on the outside, only the grading must bo finished, 
and inside many of the floors arc laid and most of the 
plumbing, as well as the modern ventilation system, has 
been installed already. 

Now Features 

Besides the ingeniously constructed all-wood roof 
and the ventilation (which will keep air in the locker 
rooms and the gymnasium fresh and sufficiently heated) 
the ncv/ gym has other featu res ^ that do credit to its 



planners. The playing area 
of the main floor is 
70x100 feet, and will be 
lined to leave room for 
movable bleachers for use 
during big games. Shovrcrs, 
training rooms, looker- 
rooms, are roomy, bright,- 
and sport beautifully de- 
signed fixtures. Two out- 
door asphalt courts at the 
ends of the gym provide 
more game space in clear 
weather. 

Forethought 
Minor miracles in this 
age of priorities are the 
copper spouting, tlie gal- 
vanized iron ventilation 
equipment, and the steol 
windov; sash that have gone 
into the new g^TH. Mr. Thu- 
man commented that they 
were secured through the 
"forethought of those 
that placed the orders", 
since many other buildings 
arc being hold up indefin- 
itely for want of such ma- 
terials. J»C« 



Getting the electrical 
equipment is the greatest 
problem to be met nov;, he 
explained, and it is doubt- 
ful that the materials 
needed will bo available 
before the end of the suE>- 
mcr. 

K. D. P. PLANS 

BULL SESSION 
Students who are on 
last semester's honor roll 
or are leaders in student 
organizations received in- 
vitations this vreek to at- 
tend the next Kappa Dolta 
Pi meeting, where the sub- 
ject of "Student Leader- 
ship" will be discussed by 
speakers and then in an o- 
pen forum. Since this is 
the first occasion v/hon 
KDP has ventured to enter- 
tain the uninitiate at one 
of their meetings, August 
5th may prove a signifi- 
cant date in the annals of 
the lonnl learned. 



July 30. 19i^2 



TOn/ER LIGHT NEV/S 



PMe_i. 




by ViARRSK t/ENDLER 



FILMS 



TYROKE V3. TYROM 

"This Above All", the novel by Erio Knight of a 
man's struggle v/ith hir.self , has been translated to the 
screen virith Tyrone Pov/er and Joan Fontaine in the stel- 
lar parts. The book was a powerful document of almost a 
philosophic nature. The film's producers seem to have 
chosen to obscure this more valuable philosophic ele- 
ment under the romantic one, since the latter has great- 
er audience appeal. Furthermore, quite a fevif signifi- 
cant but censorable events in the book have either been 
deleted or diluted; and, in general, the total effect 
of the picture differs--unfortunately— from that of the 
book. Nevertheless, the film is not v/ithout its mer- 
its. It is always interesting, occasionally absorbing, 
and definitely one of the bettor cinema efforts center- 
ed about the war. We will ignore Mr. Povrer's acting. 



STUDENT SALLIES 
SDST/aRED 

Since the company 
system for planning 
r.nd executing the 
v/ork of the Dorm is c. 
now thing, v/o felt 
thcro might be some 
roo.ctions enlighten- 
ing to those of us 
not in the Dorm. 

Here's v/hr.t they 
sayi 

"It's the first 
time progressive edu- 
cation has worked 
here*" 

"It gets the work 
dono,'but only a fev/ 
do it." 

"It would be all 
right if the students 
v;erG the bosses." 

» 'Bout time the 
girls were put on 
their honor* It's 
wonderful 4" 

"It has developed 
fine school spirit." 



V/EERE THERE'S HOPE TliERE'S LIPS 

College students— but not intellectuals— will •.••., un- 
doubtedly find Bob Hope's "lay Favorite Blonde" one c-iof 
the funniest films of its sort they will be likely to 
encounter. It is true that some of the situations aro 
foolish, not funny, and that some of the gags don't 
quite make the grade. In general, hovirover, the writers 
have done a pretty good job rdth old story material} 
aiid Mr. Hope--aided by an accomplished cast--has, as 
usual, mado the most of it. 

J.I U S I C 

s. s« s. 

The Seventh Symphony of the contemporary Russian com- 
poser Dmitri Shostakovich v/as given its I'Yestcrn Hemi- 
sphere performance Sunday, July 19th. This work, one of 
tremendous proportions, lacks the usual economy of the 
syraphonio form and required approximately eighty min- 
utes of performance, receiving the best possifele inter- 
pretation from Arturo Toscanini and orchestra. The sym- 
phony itself is alv/ays impressive, if sometimes shoT;y, 
and undoubtedly of significance. The first movemcnt--an 
Allcgro--is a v/onder and as effective a piece of com- 
posing as Shostakovich has produced. The question is 
being asked, howcvort Is the music truly groat, or arc 
v/e merely in sympathy with the man and people from 
v/hich it came? 



Dear V.'arrcn, 

Yirhcn you finally 
succeed in locating 
that ether, give some 
to tfie "Male Animal" 
Logan. Love, 

John 



THE STiiFF 


Editors; N.Kircklioff 


Jean Connor 


News J John McCauloy, 


Inez Schultz, M. 


Frames 


Features : V. Blocher 


'7. '."endlor, D.Kapp 


H. Pross, N. Bre- 


tall, K. Cragg 


Art: K. Decker, R. 


Barrett 


Make-Up: H. London 


Production: M. Frames 


Circulation: D. '.7cl- 


ler, J. Kroteo 


PUBLISHED bi-v:ookly ty 


the students of the 


State Teachers Cbi- 


lege at Tovz-son. 



July ,30. 1^2. 



TOl'.'ER LIGHT lE"^ 



NEV.'S FROM CAViP 

Just rooontly, Lou Cox, 
•Z|.l, looking vory handsomo 
in his array r.ir corps uni- 
form, visitod his Alma Ma- 
tor. Plis presence in tho 
halls caused renewed ao- 
quaintancos rjid exciting 
news, as well as "ohs" and 
"ahs" from the students 
who havo yet to meet him. 
Ho is busily engaged in 
patrol flying over the 
Gulf of Mexico and his ex- 
periences have been varied 
and vigorous. 

Nothing gives this 
staff more pleasure than 
to hear from outsiders 
that our paper is appreci- 
ated. Private Robert Cur- 
land of Crjiip Roberts, Cal- 
ifornia, v^-ites, 

"I wish to thank you 
for sending the vory in- 
teresting news of the 
school. It gave me great 
pleasure to learn v/hat my 
former classmates" were do- 
ing in this present emer- 
gency." 

/imong our recent gradu- 
ates was an ox-editor of 
the T.L. — Private Jcjncs G. 
Jott , vifhom you'll roracmbor 
for the spontaneous storm 
of applause he received 
at Graduation Exorcises on 
June 2. (Jim:Tiy was present 
thru tho courtesy of Uncle 
Sam.) Pvt. Jctt sends us a 
bit of news after return- 
ing from ToY/son to Hunts- 
vilie, ido.bama. 

"In these days oppor- 
tunities often cone uiicx- 
poctedly to people The 
day after I returned to 
camp there was a notice on 
our bulletin board. This 
notice I considered as an 
opportujiity for nc to de- 
velop leadership and other 
abilities which would help 
me T.hon I return and an 
able to teach. Tho notice 



Zf^^ 




\l- THIS A. P R o B I, e ^'v 
M U'L. T I P U ) C A T I O i\/ 7 " 



N 



ADDiTicw <:i\ 



stated that one moai from 
our M.P. Company at Hunts^ 
villc will bo chosen for 
Officers Candidate School. 
I at once applied." 

Go to it, Jimmy; v/o arc 
confident that you'll make 
the grade i 

Jerry Kolkor, B.S. 'iiO, 
writes ho is now a Tech- 
nical Sergeant drawing 
$114 a moirth. He thrives 
on armjr life— 

"17e are living-t ravel- 
ing, spending, meeting 
people in their ovm envir- 
onr.icnt, going to places 
we've read about in books 
(The Thousand Is. of the 
St. Lavnrcnce R., tho House 
of Parlia. at 0-bta\va, Mam- 
moth Cave, in Ky. ). In 
short, 'wc are making the 
Army a vivid experience." 
Another former student 
has been made an officer. 
Bernard Phelps has just 
finished Officers' Train- 
ing course at Fort Mon- 
mouth, N. J. and is hov; a 
Eooond lieutenant. Lt. 



Phelps stopped by recently 
to say "Hollo" on his v;ay 
to San Francisco. Hera's 
hoping you become suc- 
cessor to MacArthur, Ber- 
nard i 

Jolin Vnieelcr is nov; on 
furlough from. Caiap Davis, 
'v'lTilmingt on, North Carolina. 

We have received an- 
other letter from Jrjucs 
Jott, He is nov/ onjeying( i) 
temperatures of 100 to 110 
degrees all of the time. 
It seems a native of the 
locality told him that it 
August, it reall y gots hot. 
And we're complaining i 

To tho Editor of the TU\'ER 

LIGHT liEV.-S: 

VJho is responsible for 
tho prohibition handbills 
found on the bulletin 
board opposite the Book 
Shop? IVcre thcj'' mcaiit to 
be a joko or do v/e really 
have some prohibitionists 
in our midst? 

-Inquisitivo 



July 30. 19ij-2 

bV^"^ CAMI\IS ^ 
rJP CAPERS 

You're not coining? i J*? 
But of course you r.re — e- 
verybody is. Don't start 
being nr.ive r.t c. time 
lilce this — I'm talking r.- 
bou'c the free Student Go- 
voriiiient Dr.nce of course I 
There's c. big red circle 
r.round August 21st on my 
cr.lendr.r. Yessir, it's 
the dr.ts of the dance 
Virhich vron't set you beck 
even ■- ruble. It's for- 
mal for the girls--- just 
like our r;inter jive ses- 
sions. The only undecided 
points are: (1) the or- 
chestra, so far a mirage, 
so start rooting for your 
favorite nor;; (2) the 
place, the Gym, wo hope; 
(3) tho date. Each stu- 
dent v/ill receive a tick- 
et ad;>.itting t';TO pcople-- 
no sponsoring this tine. 
With men so scarce start 
plotting nov/ whom you can 
ontico to join you on tho 
21st for a roally hop ev- 
ening. Ivly date figures 
ho can buy nc a War Stamp 
corsage r/ith the money I 
save him. Tricky, huh? 
Pass the v:ord around. 
. • • • 

On July 13 c- group of 
energetic, civio-minded 
students formed the Glen 



TO\VSR LIGKT NSjS 

FROGRESS""ON SG/rDXlfCE*' 
GLSK COi,il',iITTEE CLEANS UP 

SOFTBALL AND SVJILSIING 
Comraittce for the purpose 
of restoring tho. Glen to 
its former state of beauty 
Tho members have already 
cleaned up around tho 
shelter, have begun clear- 
ing ■ tho channel of the 
strerjn of plant groT,irth,and 
have made plans to check 
erosion, plant new flov/ors 
and build fireplaces, as 
v;ell as repair the trails. 
If you v,'ish to have a 
hand in such a'worthv/hilc 
undertaking and, incident- 
ally, to absorb a bit of 
Old Sol's beneficial Vita- 
min D Tifhile you v/ork, an- 
nounce your attentions to 
Bee Conioy of Junior 1 .' 

« • • • 

The results of the "Big 
Ball Game" betv/eon the 
girl and boy d-.y students 
T^as not so favorable to 
the fair sex. Tho score- 
just ask tho boys and they 
v/ill gladly toll you. 

Last V.'cdncsday, tv/enty- 
tv/o dorm students cooled 
off at Lakcwood Pool after 
a hot day at school. 
Those T/ho v/ont had a swell 
time and advised it as a 
sure cure for all who are 
vroary and over-burdcncd-- 
as who isn't?Thanks, coach, 
for those special rates. 



CAIJUS CRACKS 



IVhcn a girl realizes she 
isn't tho only pebble on 
the beach, she usually be- 
comes a little boulder. 

• « « 
Absence makes the heart go 
yonder. 

... 
Many a cute little trick 
gets taken in 7/ith a dia- 
mond. 

• • • 

The more horse s^nsc a 



girl has the more she 
stalls around. 



... 



The cutics 'uvho make spect- 
acles of themselves aro 
always easy on the eyes. 

* • • 

Most live wires arc per- 
fectly shocking^ 
• • • 
Hany an explosion has been 
caused by the sudden app- 
earance of an old flame. 



J£^S^1 

HERE AiiD TtiSRE 

The Faculty scoroa &- 
g..in tho othci" day in Mu- 
sic Prr.cticum, v/hen '. Miss 
IJac Donald asked Herbert to 
stand up and show tho oth- 
er children hov; ho sits. 

Personal; Burton Locke, 
v/ill you please make up 
your mind v/hethcr you're 
footloose and fancy froo? 
Some of tho girls might bo 
interested. 

Pert Questions 

Ask a YJashington visit- 
or how she so successfully 
managed to lose a shoiar in 
the Library of Congress... 
humiliating, what? 

Pert Suggestioni 

The next time you see 
Logan, whistle the "Lamp- 
lighter's Serenade". He'll 
know v/hat you mean. By the 



,vay , 



how is the U.S. Par': 



Service in ITashington, old 
boy? 

Truesomo tT/osomes: 

Rost and V/cbster, to- 
gether again. 

Hackman and D. Joncs-vro 
won dor J 

London and Foldman arc 
hitting it off nicely. 



Please, Pleas e, PLEASE— 
lot's ha.vo some action on 
the forthcoming big dance 
of the sumJTicr session— the 
S.G.A. affair. Everything 
seems fine and dandy EX- 
CEPT the "semi -formal" 
touch. In those days of 
tiro and' you-know-T;ha.t 
shortages, a fe w of us' 
would ha.vc to use tho 
Transit Company, /aid rid- 
ing the trolleys in form- 
als still scorns a little 



queer. Hov/ 


about some o-i 


pinions? Af 


tcr all— it's} 


OUR dance. 


1 




-The Editors 



Ghj3 



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ov/erA L 



70L. I NO. 3 




Mrs. Mir)]yJey 



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-:^U^l^JLlii^ 



U.TEST BULLETIH 

SATURD/iY NOON is the 
tine when Miss licrrict 
Vfclls end Di-. Foster 
Dov;cll T/iil take the 
final stcp.Plcoe is 
Ht. Vernon Plaoc Meth- 
odist Churoh. Felici- 
tations, Doc end Mrs. 
to bo i 



STUDENTS ENDORSE 
NOVhL 5UMME\'^ FEATURES 

It is fitting that v/o at this time consider the 
effect the summer session has had upon students and the 
college, and v/hat features arc v/orthy of being carried 
over into the regular session. 

For example, the Dormitory Director retired and it 
was necessary to organize the Dorm girls into companies 
under student captains to' plan and execute the work 
formerly done by Miss C-rccr. By the company system the 
girls have been put on their 
honor, and the consensus of 
opinion is all for it. The 
inter-company challenges, 
and games en the athletic 
field have done much to 
bolster our long-sought 
school spitit. 

VJith sumr.ier heat haunt-- 
ing us, the Glen came into 
its ov/n. The Glen Commit- 
tee, student-instigated 
and executed, T3r,Q formed 
to preserve the beauty of the campus* Certainly more 
student activities in the' realms of maintenance and 
construction arc in order. The trend is a good one. 

A "v/oalth of hidden talent" v/as revealed in Tues- 
day's assembly. V/ith loss money to spend for asscmbli 
next year it is imperative -.vc develop and encourage' our 
local talent— the students liked it better anyimy. By 
the way, have you noticed the spirit in the S.G.A. as- 
semblies lately? 

Recreation being essential, many activities have 
boon provided \7hich might have been doomed revolution- 
ary, or inadvisable during the regular session— oppor- 
tunities for swimming parties, for rifle practice, etc. 
The professional demonstration of the various skills aid 
the instruction of beginners at the sports certainly 
should be continued. The student-faculty tournaments in 
tennis and badj-iinton, the baseball and archery battles 
between the men a2id girl students and the inter-company 
games have succeeded iii drawing a good turnout and in 
building school spirit. 

The TL staff has made its paper conform to the lovj-er 
activities fee and it is the general opinion that they 
l-iavc given us a more informal, snappy publication than 
v/e'vc had for quite a time. The paper seems to have its 



I POETRY \^VlLLOUT 

TIffi TL NEV/S has recoivod 
the latest number of "Con- 
toraparary Poetry", a quar- 
terly rmgazino published 
in Baltimore by Mary O"/;- 
ings Miller. Of interest 
to tho College ' is tho 
brief poem by Mr. Kenneth 
Miller, head of the Eng- 
lish department, v/hich ho 
has titled "Zenogcj^y". 
Students are invited to 
visit tho TL office cjid 
judge for tlioms elves the 
poem's r.erit. 



LIFE v^>TH G^AIHD^A^ 



OPEiUiTING ■ under summer 
management, the little The- 
atre Guild has planaicd an 
assembly program for Tuos- 
dr.y, August I8th. It v/ill 
consist of a one-act com- 
edy, "Grandma Pulls the 
String", and a surprise 
presentation of a drama. 

It vdll feature nov,r fa- 
ces, new talent, new ac 
tion. Don't miss it— an 
hour of laughs, tears and 
surpris es .•' 
ear to the ground. 

10-minuto intermissions 
betiveen classes have been 
a boon to slov/'-v/r.lkingi 
frxiished STC students. 
These changes in schedule 
setup seem to be popular 
with 'the general student 
body. 

One mere interesting in- 
ovation is early classes- 
leaving PM's free for stu- 
dies or sports. -J.McC. 



Aug. 13. 19^12 



TOTOR LIGHT NETJS 



Page 2 



LEADERSHIP FORM 

THE KDP Forum the other 
afternoon looked promis- 
ing. Richjnond Hall parlor 
was never more hushed; the 
clink of punch glasses e- 
choed discreetly, and soft 
conversation fluttered a- 
mong the forty-odd repre- 
sentatives of KDP, faculty 
and students v/ho had gath- 
ered to thrash out the 
p roblem of leadership. It 
was one of our rare ven- 
tures among tho intelli- 
gentsia, and we looked for 
something momentous. 

After preliminary defi- 
nitions of a Leader, start- 
ing with Webster's and 
endihg, curiously enough, 
with the Constitution of 
KDP, tho forum v/armed up 
to the question of how to 
develop those Leaders. 
Miss ¥ood7/ard described a 
course in which she vrould 
bring out leaders, v/o ga- 
ther principally by orien- 
ting raw freshmen to "Col- 
lege Life* (you get up 
when you speak to a facul- 
ty member). Dr. Foster Dow- 
ell favored a laissez- 
faire policy— let the Ica- 
(cont'd on p. 4) 

THE FORUM 
To the Editors of the TLN: 
After three long years at 
S.T.C. I have learned that 
little red ants arc a con- 
stant factor in' the Dorm 
and Ad buildings. Though I 
have the greatest respect 
for tradition, docs any- 
body know of anybody who 
knoTiTs a good ant poison? 
The vrorld v/ill beat c. path 
to his door. 

August 9 S.E.L.P. 
(Tho Society for 
the Extermination of tho 
Littlo Posts*) 



NE17S FROM CAMP 

Could it bo that wo are slightly prejudiced v/hen v/o 
say that all of our graduates and former classmates are 
officer material? For example— the next time you see 
Bernard Pholpspleaso address him as Lieuteioant. 

Lt. James Tear is stationed at Fort Meade. Henry 
Astrin, our former studdnt council president, loft Aug- 
ust 10th for South Bend, Indiana, v/horo he v/ill study 
to be an ensign in the U. S. Navy. 

Miss Joslin received this message from Pvt. Solomon 
Chaikin v/ho is stationed in Florida. 

"You can't realize hov/ vronderful it makes a person 
feel to receive mail from' people ' v/ith whom he has 
T/orkcd and thought of so much. The U.S.O. does more, 
I believe, for' tho service men than the average civ- 
ilian realizes." (Arc YOU doing your part, girls?") 

Lt. Josh YJhccler of the Air Corps was home a 
Vifock recently. His next stop vdll be Salt Lake City. 
"FOREIGN NETSI Jimmy O'Connor, class of 'ii-l, vnrote 
Dr. V'ost from Belfast via the nev; photomail. He said, 
"I spent a day in Belfast Tuesday and had a lot of fun 



Virandering about the tovm and windov;-shopping. 



I dis- 



covered the Belfast Public Library a.nd a very ploasant 
find it was." K.C. 



imAT'S BUZZIN' COUZIN? 

Hi, chickens, gaits, hep-cats, and, v/o add, waltzcrsili 

Don't forgot that big date coming up-«August 

21st. Begin your v/eekend right by comdng to the FREE 

Student Govornjnent Association dance. 

Time; 9 to 1 Orchestra: Jerry Ov/cns 

Place: S.T.C. Dress: optional 

Plan ahead and be ready for a super good time. Friday, 

August 21st— Sec YOU there! 



To tho Editors of the TLN: 
VJhy must tho Book Shop in- 
variably have its doors 
closed and barred at the 
crucial moments each day? 
How about student assist- 
ants to aid Mrs. Clark nev; 
that N.Y.A. help is lack- 
ing? In fact, v;hy can't 
the students really RUN 
the Book Shop? All pro 
and con sontimcnts on this 
question arc v/elcomo. 
Have YOU found tho Munch- 
ers* Hideout closed ofton 
enough to rouse your ire? 



To the Editors of tho TLN: 
Speaking of the devil, v/hy 
doesn't somebody do some- 
thing about the dearth of 
souls at the regular Tues- 
day assemblies? After all, 
bluntly put, either tho 
assemblies a.ro good enough 
to v/arrant lOOJ?" attendance 
or thoy are not. At least 
v;o knoviT thr.t the August 18 
rJ'f air v/ill bo v/orth com- 
ing to. It will be a good 
test of whether I am right 
v/hcn I say a good program 
;vlll drav; v;cll. 



August 12 



Senior August 10 



ICnaborot C. 



Aur, 13. I942 



TQ-'^IER LIGHT MET.VS 



JS-£^ 1 




by 17ARREN Y/ENDLER 
¥ihile^_the Iron Is_ Hot 

"Mrs. Miniver" happens to be just the film for v/hich 
the public is ready, and I cannot help feeling that 
this factor of tliaeliness is in some small measure re- 
sponsible for the Viride acclaim it has received — and me- 
rits, "lilrs. Miniver" is a truly great motion picture, - 
an effective story effectively told; but would it have 
been so unreservedly praised three or four years ago, 
T/hen we vmo sav/ it v;ould not be so likely to identify 
ourselves with those in the film? I think not. "Mrs . 
Miniver" is, hov/ever, the perfect film entertainment 
but scarcely the greatest-- or the near-greatest— motion 
picture of all tiiiie, as has been rashly claimed. 

IVhil p I Nodded, ^ Nearly Napping 

"Tho Loves of Edgar Allan Poe" (wo do not vrondcr that 
it v/as not called "The Life of Edgar Allan Poo") is in 
no Y^ay a truly distinctive portrait of tho poet and, 
it follows, is a signal failure as a film biography. 
That so n'lany people are about to got so incorrect an 
impression of an erratic and dosporatc but really sig- 
nificant character is a sin and a shame. If you are 
familiar with Poo and his work, this film vdll anger 
you; if not it \7ill only bo mildly interesting. At best 
c. picture so disjointed and uneven in sense o.nd sub- 
stance has little to offer. 

Much Ad o 

"The Magnificent Ambers ens »• , socond Orson ■tYcllcs film 
effort, is technically the most superior thing of its 
kind to cono out of Hollyrrood and in this respect is a 
cinema achievement of the highest order. Tho ccaiiera 
work is tremendous, tho acting splendid; but, on the 0- 
thor hand, tho plot is too exacting, the conclusion too 
indistinct, and tho film itself a bit too long. In 
brief, not what has boon said but tho manner in \Thich 
it has boon said deserves all tho praise- Orson ".Ycllos* 
" Lie gnifi cent Ambcrsons", despite its oxcollonco, ' re- 
minds us of a genius trying to v/rito a comic strip. 

Brief Note s on Films 

"Pardon My Sarong"— Abott and Costello return again 
in a film having as a locale this timo a South Soas 
island. The adventures of tho pair, Virhon not idio- 
tic—and this is fairly often— are oxtremcly funny. 
Thoy soera to have the faculty of making old routines 
fresh, and herein* lies their success. Any/^ay, the 
children love them. 



RECORD REVIffiVS 

Plattornally spooking, 
c'lo offerings for tho 
month of August shov; ovi- 
doncoG of sliding into a 
slightly different trail 
but still in tho "chasing 
after him" theme is Li^t_ 



a^ Cc.i\dlo_ in the Chapel. It 
is one of the few modern 
manus' fitting the Lonbardo 
style. (DEC 182).45) T.Di 
also cuts it dexterously. 
Nothing more need bo said 
about T.D. 's but oddly 
enough GUY'S is superb J So 
seldom docs ho make a good 
waxing that this engraving 
is for tho collectors. On 
L's tos sever Love ^ Is a 
Son^— slow to catch; but 
in six weeks both v/ill hit 
tho HIT PAR^iDE. 

Don't miss the now rend- 
ition of Hi^J^^Qil^^Hiii££-j2£'Z 
by Art Jarrott. Artisti- 
cally tinkered, piano- 
smooth, fenme chirping by 
Betty Barrett. 

Deserving of last-minuto 
nGntioning--Tuno^J,oTO__Shuf- 
flc_'by Vaughji Monroe. So- 
lid, old man i -R.B. 




Colorful personality under 
our thumbnail. . • name's 
Isabelie' Gordon. • • haicj 
blonde. . • most talked-of 
person in the Senior Cla.ss 
this year. . 'Dr.Yfclthcr 's 
pot tease. • •'vvtilks faster 
than any other student. • 
altogether a good thing. • 
can be found vdth Mecth 
and Middloobff who dwarf 
her actually. . safe .place 
is the hall vriaere you're 
lia,blc to run into her. . 
just smile ai her and aoo 
v/hat happens. 



Aug. 13, 1942 



TOVffiR LIGHT IlEWJ 



Face 4 



(cont'd fron Page 2} 
dera evolve and then teach 
•eir. the intricacies of 
parliamentary procedure so 
that they can reifrn in 
constitutional proprieti/-. 
We liked Miss Kestner's 
effort to return to the 
issue — she observed that 
too nany students get thru 
this colle(;e nithout using 
their talents to lead. 
Sonethinp; inust be vn-onr^ 
vrith a system that doesn't 
challenge those talents. 
John McCauley had on idea 
here — limit each student 
to one major office during 
his four years, and pre- 
vent the stagnation of 
leadership in an air-tight 
clique on the SGA Execu- 
tive Board. Someone urged 
luring out leaders by a 
point system. 

There were other com- 
ments, more or less sear- 
ching. VJe could not help 
viondering I'jhat vrould liave 
developed if all the for^oji 
members could have been as 
intent on the whole dis- 
cussion as they were on 
their individual theories. 
Or if the talk could have 
continued for another hour 
or so. As it vras, one val- 
uable thing emerged. The 
vague problem of "Leader- 
ship" v;as narrowed to "Hov/ 
Can VJe Develop Student Ca- 
pacities for Leadership?" 
Tlaybc a future forum xvill 
find the ansiiev, -J.C. 



small-scale scoops 

clarabell, dr. vrost's 
hon, is the proud rria- 
ma of a brood of soft 
and fluffy yellow 
chicks. 

• • • 

someday it is going 
to stop raining. 



TIEE STAFF 

Editors: norma Kirckhoff 

Joan Connor 
ITuvjs: John KcCauley.Inez 
ochultz, TTuricl 
Frame s 
Features: Virginia Blocher 
Warren VJendler, 
Dorothy Kapp, 
I'Jorma Br eta 11, 
Kitty Cragg 
Art: Katherino Decker 

Ralph Barrett 
j'Take-Up: Harry London 
Production: Iluriol Frames 
Circulation: Dorothy Vfel- 

ler,Jo Y.rotee 
RJBLISIM) bi-vrcekly bythe 
students of the State Tea- 
chers College at Towson. 



♦43, YEARBOOK 
OIJ WAY 
Yes, the Senior Class 
v;ill have a yearbook. It 
v;ill be rather exclusive in 
that the book is only to be 
circulated to members of 
the Senior Class, Strictly a 
wartime publication, it has 
taken the title, "Priority". 
Everyone is nov; fast at 
vrork to produce the book by 
the end of the summer ses- 
sion. Best v/ishes for suc- 
cess to thorn. 



C.\]!PUS CPACICS 

He to her (sitting in a 
svjing) — Gosh! If I had 
money, I'd travel. 

And tlien she gave hin a 
nickel. 

Vftere there's a v;ill there 
is always a relative. 



CONGRATITLATIGHS to Qclvras- 
ser, Bablan, V.fhite, webb, 
Lotzer, Spurrier, London, 
and the S.C.A. Choir for a 
splendid assembly Tuesday, 



Small boy — Vftat is college 
bred, pop? 

Father — College bred is a 
four-year loaf, made 
from the flavor cf youth 
and the dough cf old 
age. 



P R T S 



straigh t Shooters 

3.T.G. Tiov! has future marksmen and women vdthin 
its ranks. Among those who vjent to the Towscn Arm- 
ory to use the new rifles were Agnes Hicks, Jean Ben- 
son, Ned Logan, John r.cCauley and Dr. Tansil, who is 
roported as being quits a "good shot". The group not 
only had fun shooting but they also learned valuable 
information on the use of the guns and the necessity 
of safety precautions. 

To the Victors — 

Alic.2 31ackiston~was I.'umber 1 archer in the Dorm- 
itory Tournamont— followed by Anne Elder and Cornel- 
ia Anderson. 

Company A, captained by Wary Jane Burdette, walked 
away vrith Softball victories over Companies D,Band E. 

Company E came t.hrough xiith a winning over Company 
B. The Senior 4 boys, aided and abbetted by Dr. E.F. 
Dovjell, v;on an lo-6 victory in softball over the un- 
derclassmen. Ira Ekrlich vras the winning pitcher. 

-V.B. 



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'We DoccJ H" 
"'-\gss:vrv->\SNA'v'^vSs^.!S^ 



VOL. L No. 4 



;.u;-. ,3:57 1942 



WEWDLER APPOlfVTED TOWER UGHTCHICF 



TS;.CKER SKOi^TAGES 
ZiL BUT FILLED 
Announccnonts fron c.ll of 
tho Str.ta's suporintondcnts 
of schools this v;cok shovrcd 
thr.t r.lnost all of tho pos- 
itions loft opcii due to tho 
drr.ft cjid more luorctivo do 
fcnsc positions p.ro either 
fillod, or nic:y bo oxpcctod 
to bo fillod by tho opening 
of school, Soptonbcr 8. 

A goodly nunbcr of the 
now tcr.chors come fron tho 
ranks of Towson students of 
the pr.st few weeks— Seniors 
who r.ro taking 'thoir in- 
tcrncship period. 
CROOKS INDECISIVE 
This Icck of decision on 
tho part of tho Crooks on 
vriiothor to move or not to 
novo into thoir nov/ house 
is causing an upheaval in 
tho world of birds. As an 
ornitholigist, llr. Crook 
should be more oonsidorato 
of tho stork. 
IT'S DOCTOR SCOTT, 

Nav 

i'jiiss Lucy Scott, City Su- 
porvisor of Practice, is 
now Dr. Scott, following 
hor sununor vrork'nt tho Un- 
iversity of loY/a. 
1943 PRIORITY 

Photography for tho I943 
Priority has been conplot- 
od, and production is well 
under vrciy, Sid Bliun, Editor, 
announced today. At the 
s:.r.io tine, plans v/ore dis- 
closed to offer the book to 
the school at larf:o. 



SELECTION FOLLOV;S TV"0-HOUR STAFF IviEETIHG VrHICH 
ESTABLISIiES T L AS iiONTHLI 8-PAGE Lu'.GAZINE 

Publication of the TOV.ER LIGHT, regular STC ::^aa- 
zinc for tho '.rintcr session, will be r^suraed this 
September Vk'ith a now editor, a freshly-organized cut- 
fit and a difference in size. This decision v/as 
reached by n majority vote at a 2-hour neoting of iho 
staff last Friday, virhcn it v/r.s also decided to dis- 
continue the TOV.ER LIGHT IIEV/S, 

V;ondlor Chief 

V.'ith Horiiia Kirckhoff going student teaching in 
Scptouber, ll.'hrron T'endler is loft at tho editor's 
desk to got tho first iscuos of the TL under T/ay.Mr» 
Vvondlor'has served his tine on bothotho TL and tho 
TL KEV."3. Students will ronenbcr his short story" Tho 
Great One Over tho Dark" as a TL highlight in 1941; 
his Revues colunm in the TL KEV.'S has bccono ono of 
its nost popular features. 

Mr. T/cndler, now at the job of editor, is undis- 
nayed. Aside fron being able to v/rito, ho has ener- 
gy, ideas, and an appetite for action that promises 



^^:;>^^ 






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vrell for tho TL. His plans aro to include as nany 
cartoons and photographs as possible in the ncv/, 8- 
pagc version of tho nagazinc, building on tho nakeup 
and content ains of last year's publication. 

Fresh Pors oi inol 

Deep in the job of organizing his staff, IJr. "uond- 
lor announced that soyoral key members havo boon 
choson~John McCauloy, Virginia Bl.chor, Norma Bret- 
all, Muriol Frames, and Paul Harris— although this 
staff is as yot i:.iconplctc. Uost of these students 
like i.ir. IVondlor have worked on STC publications. 

Miss Kirckhoff, in discussing tho now staff, sta"- 
tod that they' scorn to hor capn.blc of turning out a 
fino magazine. Mr. V.'endler could not bo reached for 
comment. 



August 27,1942 



TOTffiR LIGHT NETIS 



Page 




by Warren Wendler 

Gary Gehri_g 

It is something of an achievement v/hen the life of 
a very ordinary person can be translated to the screen 
ViTith a mininuin of alteration and still manage to be in- 
teresting. "The Pride of the Yankees", the life of Lou 
Gehrig, through superior acting and direction, manages 
to do even raore than this jit arouses the maximum degree 
of syjupathj'- far its subject for approximately one hund- 
red minutes, and spends the final fifteen or tv/enty on- 
doavoring to make us cry by subjecting him to an un- 
pleasant and undeserved fate. Humorous, exciting, and 
sad by turns, the film integrates the major events of 
its hero's lifo remarkably v/ell and is splendid screen 
fare. The acting of Gary Cooper, Theresa Yj'right, and 
all concerned must be coiiunended.If you are an idealist, 
it might bo very inspiring. 

Not Big Enough 

"The Big Shot", '.Tarner Brothers' latest cops-and- 
robbers epic, attempts to duplicate the success of the 
much more effective' "High Sierra" and is modeled along 
much the same linos. It has the advantage of some ex- 
citing incidents, brittle dialogue, and Humphrey Bogart, 
vrtiosc gangster characterizations have been remarkable; 
but the disadvantage of trite plot cind situation is 
never sufficiently overcome to raise' the film out of 
the Grade B film category. (Cont'd p. 3, ool.l) 



lO/Layt'<f ihe latent ^j)o^^ ? 



HERE AND THERE 

Sue Travors and Micky 
Sharro\7 seem to be hitting 
it off nicely. ITe knov; 
it's not spring, tut that 
doesn't stop Mickyl 

Information, pleasel TJho, 
by sneezing loudly and un- 
oxpoctcdly at a recent 
Tuesday assembly, greatly 
helped the humorous effect 
of "Grandma Pulls the 
String"? 

Ed. note ; lionost, we 
'<;on't toll, John. 

Snoopi I'Jliat's this xio 



hear about Dotty Mayers 
and Jerry PI cot ? 

Tfo v.'onder— 
VJhcre Dr» Tansil gets such 
adorable outfits, espec- 
iallj^, the bonnets, 
■"i'lliero the Misses Kestner 
and 0\7ens get so much vim 
and vigor i 

l^oro Dr. West gets his 
"patience of Job". 
Hovv Miss MacDonald al- 
ways manages to find good 
points' in a student's 
lesson. 



".7e found a letter in our 
mailbox the other day from 
an old friend of the TL 
v;ho has just returned, tan 
and happy, from a vacation 
in PI or i da- 
Dear Staff! 

Seems the TL 

Novfs has boon 

doing all 

right 

during 

the 

s ui'.mor. 
The re. 
gular 

zine mil nave to bo plen- 
ty good to keep up vath it. 
I'll bo back soon to lend 
myself to the v;crthy cause. 
Yours, 





Mrs.ciark is people's peo- 
ple. . • Si'/eet and young- 
looking. ■» . Has the ener- 
gy of six. . . Lends her 
fine Italian hand to more 
than one extra-Bookshop of 
fort about school. • • 
Her- neatness is exceeded 
only by her graciousness 
• • • Debutante daughter , 
she has. • . There is a 
characteristic Clarkian 
beauty which pervades the 
house. • . Good morning 
for everybody. . . Cred- 
it for no one. . . Makes 
the Olde Shoppe so friend- 
ly that sixteen Presses, 
Martins and Beattys feel 
at homo and spend most of 
their v/aking hours there- 
in. . . More power to 
her 1 

« 1)1 * 



August 27. 1942 



TOV/ER LIGHT NEV;S 



lm^3. 



Of 



oen 



h 



or-j^m. 



FublJG Apologi es 
To the Editors" of the TLN: 
It 30 ens that the lot-' 
tor from "Senior" concern- 
ing the Book Shop in the 
Ir.st issue of" the TLN vms 
nisundcrstood. The idea 
behind it were thct stu- 
dents could gr.in buEincss 
experience and practiocl 
application of nc.th under 
the supervision and guid- 
ance of i'.irs. Clerk and 
liiss Toodvvv.rd, and that 
the Book Shop could remain 
open all day.vath students 
taking charge while Mrs. 
C^ark took care of her 
v;ork in the Off ic; and ni- 
ncographing roon. Malice 
tov/ard none v/as intended. 



V.'o all Iciow that y;o could 
not got along without Lire. 
Clark. 

Penitently, 

-Senior 
August 13, 1542 

Too Late— But Appreciate d I 
To tho Editors of the TLN'i 

Sono snappy publication 
that you've been producing 
there i How about keeping 
tho sane going all vdnter? 
Have you noticed all tho 
pooplo reading it? 

Yilhat say, students? 

-Interested Senior 
F.S« V/hat's happened to 

Abornathy? 
August 19, 1942. 
Editor's Notet See editori- 
al, Page l,for latest pub- 
lication ncT/s. 
for Abernathv's return.' 



Sec Page 2 



REVIEV;S (continued from Pago 2) 
B aker Street vs. "D o r Va t or land " 

That enigmatic detective's detective, Shorlook 
Holnes, once nore leaves his Baker Street apartncnt to 
conbat crime in tho fern of Nazi agents endeavoring to 
lay open tho streets of London to invasion. It was in- 
evitable that Conan Doyle's pipe-smoking hero - like 
everyone from Supernan to Shiror - should cone to grips 
with tho non fron Gernanyj and resulting ooiufliot is 
tho basis for 0. solid and enjoyable nystcry melodrama, 
"Sherlock Koines and tho Voice cf Terror". Basil Rath- 
bone is Holnes body 'and soul, and Nigel Bruce is ex- 
cellent as Dr. V.'atson. The filn itself is more oaro- 
fully constructed and noro creditably produced than any 
of its kind v/o have scon recently. 

-lY.YiT. 



OUR ADS GET RESULTS ; 

Rocontly tho TLN ran a 
short but enticing ad con- 
corning a litter" of kit- 
tons owned by LIr. Miller. 
Students desiring to house 
and love a felino compan- 
ion were urged to' send in 
their applications. J;Iiss 
Graycc Gaa, SQphonore, v/as 
an enthusiastic, "honored" 
applicant. Our pot repor- 
ter, sensing a human inte- 
rest story, came av/ay with 
tho following intorviow 
with tho now "mother". 

"My new kitten, black 
with white a,c cos series, is 
very friendly, vdll climb 
on anything, and, contrary 





to the best feline tradit- 
ion, does not like milk. He 
has an especial aversion 
to tho neighbor's dog. De- 
spite nany friendly over- 
tures fron the pup, "Troub- 
le" refuses to love his 
neighbor. IVhon he first 
conic to us, ho vms a vic- 
timo of that demon, ".7caid- 
erlust; ho has finally 
settled dovm, hov;ever, and 
seems very happy in " ' 
new homo*" 

• • • • 
GR.'.NDM PULLS IT OFF AG^JN 
Tho Little Theatre Q:cup 
put it over again with a 
comedy, Grandma Fulls the 
String, on Tuesday August 
the 18th. It turned out a 
house-packer, due to top- 
notch direction by Dotty 
Kapp, and tho porfornancos 
of Norma Bretall, Babs Cbl- 
lior, Kitty Cragg, Botty 
Dunn, Giruiy Rost,and Ralph 
Barrett. Student opinion 
ifi. for more of the samo. 



Hep cats grepare for 
the takeoff; this time I 
have nothing to say about 
records. The v/eek's big 
nev/s is about a bit of 
Continental talent new to 
America. 

A fev; years ago Jean 
Sablpn began singing pop- 
ular French and American 
songs from N.Y. studios, 
backed by such studio set- 
ups as Blue Barron. A few 
months ago Jean Ga b in en- 
tered the cinema field and 
earned his name in Ajnerica 
in the film, Moontide » Nov/ 
vie have a nev/ Frenclxman a- 
riving by vray of Cairo 
The nr:ae? Oh, pcrdon.Roger 
Kq^, formerly of the Hot 
Club of Prance. All hep- 
sters I'aiov; of this organi- 
zation. 

Briefly Kay wants: six 
piece combs, handpickod; 
tke vocal spot (scat and 
straight) for himself and 
a solid sendoff. Slr.ted 
to do jazz of a better 
type than the Bob Crosby, 
Herman, etc. variety. ".'.*e 
have hopes for hot licks, 
sultry scattin' and modul- 
ating improvisations, Rog- 
er Kay. 

Britain's No. 1 Song 
Hit is Poop in the Heart 
of Text.s ■ The RAF boys 
sing, "The bombs at night 
are big and bright deep in 
the heart of Axis." 

Switchers — Ray Sbcrlc from 
Miller to Krupa. Ror.scn: 
Pujs with Boss Miller. 

Driftin.gs —Buddy Rich (TD 

drura;r;ory^is marine-bound ai 

November 1. 

Sinatra, shifting for 

himself come September. 

Dick Ha^TTi^^s fills in. 

-R.B. 



TOVSR LIGHT IE;V;'S 



I^esJl 



THE ST^iFF 

Editors: Norma Kirckhoff 
Joan Connor 

Ncv/c : John McCc.ulcy, Inez 
Schultz, Huriol 
Frames 

Features iVirginia Blochcr 
V'arrcn V.^ondlcr, 
Dorothy Kapp, 
Norma Brctall, 
Kitty Cragg 

Art: Kathcrine Decker 

Ralph Barrett 

Makc-Ups Harry London 
...Productions Muriol Frames 

Circulations Dorothy IVel- 
Icr, Jo Krotcc 

PUBLISHED bi-wcckly bythc 

students of the State Tc* 
-chcrs Collcgo ct.-TQV/son. 



FINAL NOTES ON SPORTS 



NE'i^'S FROM CiAlP 

Apparently our S.T.C. 
boys in the armed forces 
arc busy pursuing their 
duties, .-.s only a few let- 
ters have reached us this 
vjcek. 

Private Eugene I. V,''Gb- 
s tor, 9th Observation Squa- 
dron, Fort Dix, Now Jersey 
v/ritcs, "Life in the Air 
Force is one thrill after 
another for the enlisted 
men as v/cll as the Flying 
Officers. Ify present cap- 
acity is a Private First ' 
Class in the Air Corps To- • 
chnical Supply Section of \ 
our Squadron. My being a ■ 
ground enlisted man docs ' 
not necessarily make mo a ; 
"yardbird". I'm scheduled 
for a patrol observation 
flight along the coast 
this v;cok. As I vnrito 
this, there is a roar of 
motors from the field as 
four 2,000 h.p. engines 
Iraid one of our nighty 
flying fortresses — the 
3-17F. She is a beauty, 
bristling vath guns." 

Hope she sinks somo Na- 
zi subs for us i 

-K.C. 



Rain and oxaras have in- 
terfered Y/ith the tennis 
and badminton tournajnenta. 
It is doubtful that either 
yrill be finished. 

There is a rumor that 
there v/ill bo girls' intor- 
coliegiate sports this win- 
ter. Good nev;E for .SPC's 
women athletes. Not co 
good for the mon is Coach 
Minnogan's announcement to 
the Evening Sun that, duo 
to dDcroascd cnrollnicnt, 
men's intcrcollcgiatos, 
v/ill have to be disconti- 
nued till more peaceful 
seasons. 

. . • 

Company C, under Cap'n 
Guimells, v/alkcd off v/ith 
the \rimicr*s plaque for 

most points at the Dorm's 
farev/cll celebration on 

■Tuesday. 

• ♦ • 

Tho plarinors and parti- 
cipators in the sumrccr's 
athletic activities arc 

all agreed that another 
experiment h;.E turned out 
successfully. Maybe ne:rt 
su:.Tmar the progrcji will 
be extended and improved. 
Anyivay, it's been a good 
sumrAcr. 



J// . 

IW WAM 



.'^mi 



OCTOBER, 1942 



Who*s Going 
To Be Next 
Month*s Cover 
Girl? 



Th 



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Tower 




Wdi Tower JighL^ 




Contents 




The New Line {Editorial) .... 


1 


From the Administration 




1 


The Talk of the Campus 




3 


Go Forth to Serve . 




4 


Sonnet .... 




4 


I See a Face Before Me . 




5 


Calling Mrs. Miniver 




6 


From the Men's Room . 


• . . 


6 


Books — 




The Illustrious Dunderheads . 


7 


Briefs 


7 


News-Letter 


8 



VonjME XVI, Number 1 October, 1942 



The New Line 

THIS IS by no means a ho-hum editorial. State Teachers 
College is on a new line, and if you don't believe it, 
be sure to read what follows in this, the first issue of the 
Tower Light for the current term. If it can be said that the 
war has put a crimp in many a career (and this no one can 
deny) then it can just as well be said that the war has set 
Towson a new pace for its activities — be they in strenuous 
physical education indulgence, or in broad faculty changes, 
or in what may be called revolutionary curriculum changes 
for this year and for years to come. 

Contrary to the spreading impression, there has been very 
little diminution in the pace of college life beyond the class- 
room. As last Thursday's assembly attests (and quite amply 
at that) there is plenty of room for choice in the matter of 
"what clubs to join," and "what things to do." (In passing, 
we shall add that the TL, which was not represented in 
Tuesday's platform party, cordially invites the College's 
writing talent to submit contributions with a hand as broad 
as Towson's hand can be.) 

This is Towson. Not the Towson of yesterday, true 
enough. Rather is it an anticipation of tomorrow, in today's 
costume, 

OCTOBER • 1942 



From the Administration 

The President 

WAR TIMES ARE notably transitional. We now 
actually feel the passage of time. We are daily con- 
scious of the present, trying and difficult in many respects, 
moving rapidly into a future which seems sometimes better, 
sometimes worse. Such a social turmoil forces the need to 
plan, to experiment, and to develop new ways of doing old 
things. Traditional methods will not work. Experts in the 
Army and the Navy of the United States, and the educational 
leaders of the country say, "Education and more education, 
but not education as usual." Educational activities which are 
not directed toward the war effort cannot be permitted. It 
has been prophesied that many colleges will go out of exist- 
ence because their work is nonessential. Every college must 
assume responsibility for advancement toward sf)ecific war- 
time objectives if it is to live. The goals of this college 
seem more clearly defined today than for many years. We 
must capitalize our single purpose, the education of teachers 
for the elementary schools of the State. The homogeneity it 
entails provides us with a clearness of vision peculiar only to 
the college having a distinctive purpose. Upon the children 
of today will descend the task of building the peace of the 
future. The education of those children is the responsibility 
of today's teachers and that education will play its part in 
determining what that peace will be. We are challenged as 
never before in the history of teacher education. We are 
indeed in the first line of defense. 
Let us "Praise God and pass the ammunition." 

— M. Theresa Wiedefeld. 



Assistant to the President 

WELCOME TO STATE TEACHERS COLLEGE! 
Whether you are an "old" student or a freshman still 
feeling somewhat afraid, the college doors opened to you this 
September of nineteen hundred forty-two. If you have entered 
these doors, you have found the lure of adventure, the won- 
der of scientific discoveries, the beauty of form and color, 
and the rare charm of music. You have become aware of a 
college community in which you must take a place of service. 
Some students possibly never pass entirely through the col- 
lege doors. 

The doors of teachers colleges swing wide today. In the 
October issue of the National Education Journal, Joy Elmer 
Morgan begins an article with the statement, "The war adds 
to the importance of teachers." Already during the consider- 
ation of drafting men eighteen and nineteen years of age, 
there has been a plea that these men be permitted to continue 
their college work so that there may not be too great a lack 



of physicians, engineers, and teachers either during this war 
or after it is over. At the present time teachers of elementary 
grades are sorely needed in many parts of the United States. 
Maryland shares in this problem, for it has been difficult to 
provide teachers both in Baltimore, and in many sections of 
the State. "War adds to the importance of the teacher;" 
children are in greater need than ever of good health 
and of freedom from fear so that they can "live most and 
serve best" during these strange days. Children have a right 
to such a command of the tools of learning that whatever 
may be the vicissitudes of their future schooling, they will 
have a strong foundation on which to build. Such are the 
gifts that a well-prepared teacher, one who has passed 
through the doors of the college, can bring to pupils. With 
a very different connotation for the word "learning" than 
that used by the leaders in Massachusetts during the seven- 
teenth century, we, too, may fear "lest learning perish from 
the earth," unless there are many ready to select teaching 
as the highest contribution they can give to this country in 
its great struggle for the rights and privileges of its people. 

— Anita S. Dowell. 

The Registrar 

LIFE IS not as simple as it was. This oft-quoted state- 
ment is true in many ways but let us think of it for a 
ment as it affects college students and their careers. Gone 
are the days when freshmen entering the State Teachers Col- 
lege on a bright September day can look forward to four 
years hence when they will emerge from the college on a 
June day, academically robed, with sheepskin in hand, ready 
for a final summer vacation before entering upon their 
chosen field of teaching. It was such an easy matter then to 
look ahead and block out each of those four years. These 
new students were freshmen from September to June and 
then after a summer's vacation they returned to the college 
and became sophomores who helped to induct the "new 
freshmen." Another year of classes and another summer's 
vacation and they came back as juniors. Finally, after a third 
summer's vacation, the students returned and were called 
"seniors," that coveted title that brings with it many priv- 
ileges and many responsibilities. Each fall these students had 
filled out questionnaires — one part of which called for in- 
formation about summer vacations. Here are some of the 
typical answers to that question: "spent the summer at the 
seashore;" "travelled in New England States;" "drove to 
California with the family;" "was counselor at a camp;" 
"helped in a vacation Bible school to gain experience of 
working with children"; "just played around and rested." 

How different is the college career during these war times. 
September is no longer the only month when upper class- 
men look forward to greeting the verdant freshmen, but now 
they come in February and June as well. No longer do stu- 
2 



dents look forward to summer vacations from college classes 
when they may spend the time in ways of their own choos- 
ing, but most of the students will be found in the college 
classrooms practically the entire year, thus bringing forward 
the date when they can graduate and start on their teaching 
careers. Following the accelerated program the freshmen 
become sophomores, not one calendar year from the time of 
entrance, but whenever they have earned thirty-two semester 
hours of credit; sophomores become juniors when their 
credits total sixty-four hours and juniors become seniors when 
they have approximately ninety-six hours. Graduation days 
will more than likely come in cold days of mid-winter in- 
stead of warm June days and graduates will be leaving the 
college even more often than freshmen will be entering. 
They will probably leave without fan-fare and graduating 
exercises will be quite different from the gay days when 
everyone looked forward to the celebrated Towson out-door 
commencements. 

To keep account of this checkered career of students there 
is a chart in the Registrar's Office where a student can rather 
accurately determine when he will move from one classifica- 
tion to another and when he can expect to graduate, provided 
all goes well and he is not sidetracked by army service, by 
illness or other "unforseen" circumstances. 

Another innovation is that students as they progress 
through the college will not always remain with their own 
class groups. Just as some of the junior boys are now having 
special pre-induction classes with seniors, so will other groups 
of students be merged for special classes. Of course this will 
be carefully guarded so that standards will be maintained and 
upper-classmen and junior college students will not be in 
classes together. — Rebecca C. Tansil. 



The Staff 

Harry M. London 
Editor 



Virginia MacCoNNEY 
Managing Editor 

Norma Bretall 
Literary Editor 



Josephine Krotee 
Business Manager 

Kitty Cragg 
Service Men's Editor 



Paul Harris 
Mal{e-Up 

Contributing Editors — Warren Wendler, John 
McCauley^ May Ruth Needle 

Dorothy Weller Dr. Ruth S. Lynch 

Circulation Faculty Advisor 

The Tower Light is published monthly by the stu- 
dents of the State Teachers College at Towson, Md. 
No communications will be accepted after the 15th 
of the publication month. 



TOWER LIGHT 



The Talk 

of 

the Campus 



THE CURIOUS will always be curious. It took another in- 
coming freshman class to pry open the lid with the timeworn 
question of what Mr. Millar carries on his broad back, and 
what lies therein that merits such care and affection. The 
object, my dear young ladies, is a dufflebag, and if you will 
trace it back to its geographical origin, you will find that 
it is a Harvard, or perhaps, better said, a New England in- 
stitution. In it, of all things, you will find, if you gather up 
nerve enough to peep, an ordinary number of books, and 
even a touch or two of personal papers. You see, girls, Mr. 
Millar is a Harvard man. Surely many of us will remember 
the similar contrivance used by one Gordon Shules, late of 
the college, for transporting his knowledge where'er he went. 
We should certainly not like to see the idea spread, for the 
very simple reason that the uniqueness that goes with it will 
disappear with increased use. Incidentally, it would not sur- 
prise us to learn that in the current edition of the dufflebag 
there is the MS for a forthcoming book. Freshman Writing: 
O How Bad It Is. 



ONE OF THE better west-bound automobiles was the scene 
the other day of a highly charged discussion of some Schop- 
enhauerian philosophy. But it was not his general extreme 
pessimism that interested the crowd so much as it was his 
violent misogyny. One passage which especially irritated the 
girls present was from his essay "On Women", in which he 
wrote (and the present writer takes a measure of delight 
out of his portion): 

It is only the man, whose intellect is clouded by his sexual in- 
stinct, that could give that stunted, narrow-shouldered, broad- 
hipped, and short-legged race the name of the fair sex. (Italics in 
original) 
Naturally, the girls objected strenuously. He who was quot- 
ing the passages made things worse by adding from the same 
essay : 

We find that young girls in their hearts regard their domestic 
or other affairs as secondary things, if not as a mere jest. Love, 
conquests, and all that these include, such as dressing, dancing, 
and so on, they give their serious attention. 
We could add much more from this essay, enough to chill 
every maidenly heart that ever fluttered in or out of these 



halls. Alas, Schopenhauer is no longer among the living (as 
one girl put it, if he were, he would by now be poisoned by 
some woman); who, then would choose to besmirch his 
name and memory with criticism? Not I, for one. The issue, 

then, is settled. 

• • • 

LIEUT.-GEN. BREHON B. SOMERVELL speaking (Au- 
gust 28, 1942): 

Our army today is an army of specialists. Out of every 100 men 
inducted into the service, sixty-three are assigned to duties requiring 
specialized training. We aren't getting those sixty-three specialists 
through the induction centers. But modern warfare dictates that 
we must have them. 

Our job is to teach men to fight. We cannot lose sight of this. 
We can not long continue to take the time and facilities needed 
for this job and use them on a job which could have been done 
before the induction of men into the army. 
Dr. Wiedefeld, president of State Teachers College, heard 
these words in the company of an entire conference of educa- 
tors, and when she returned to Towson, began the shift in 
emphasis which now marks the work that all the Senior men, 
plus a few Juniors, are taking. Justification for such changes 
as have taken place here may be found in some additional 
words of the speaker-quoted-above: 

This is your job in this total war. It is the job of the schools 
and colleges of America to provide the opportunity for every 
youth to equip himself for a place in winning the war. You (the 
educators present) must do this, regardless of cost, time, incon- 
venience, the temporary sidetracking of non-war objectives, or even 
the temporary scrapping of peace-time courses. 
What has been said here needs very litde commentary. 
What litde interpretation has been made consists in the idea 
that we should keep an eye to the future all the time, instead 
of taking all our leads from wars. 

• • • 
THIS MONTH'S bedtime story has to do with the case of 
the gadabout writer of these comments, who found himself 
jay-walking on West Baltimore street, near Paca the past 
Saturday night. Let's see, where was I.? . . . er, I mean it was 
like this: One floperoo show (stag) plus one swiss-cheese on 
toast, plus a cup of war-torn coffee — all these combined to 
produce rather heightening effects, if you know what we 
mean. Yes you do, you cad you! So he felt springy enough 
to play shuffleboard with a couple of 35 miperhr vehicles. 
And then came the classic: 

"Get out of the street, drunk!" 

So that's how it feels to be diree sheets to the wind. Any- 
way, the very next afternoon it was our turn. We boarded 
a 32 car in the company of a very delovely freshman girl 
who stood up while I slumped (to make it look good) into 
a seat. Quoth the drunken soldier: "Hey, you! Why'ncha 
give your seat to that lady there?" "Lady!" I said. "That 
was no lady; that was my ... " Oh, well. We live and learn. 
By the way, my name is D. 



OCTOBER 



1942 



"Go Forth to Serve" 



Edited by Kitty Cragg 



LETTERS CONTINUE to bring us news of our men in 
the armed forces. The boys are on the move; we rarely 
receive more than one message from a single location. If 
the letter bears the San Francisco or New York address, we 
may expect a period of silence until we hear from some for- 
eign port. 

William Jett's mail now goes to the Postmaster, San Fran- 
cisco; Bernard Phelps has already reached Hawaii, and we 
have news of his safe arrival from his family; Luther Cox 
has sent a V-letter from a foreign port and his address is 
c/o Postmaster, New York. 

Our recent officer graduates are scattered throughout the 
country. A letter just came from Lieut. George Hoddinott 
at Camp Stewart, Georgia. He is scheduled for some teaching 
duties there; Lieutenant Josh Wheeler has just written from 
Boise, Idaho; Lieutenant Carville Lauenstein, after complet- 
ing his officers' training at Camp Lee, Virginia, is now at 
Saint Luis Obispo, California. He was a recent visitor, as 
were Lieutenant Gene Rush and Johnny Horst. Also Edgar 
Clopper came by during September and was looking hale 
and hearty. 

We now hold membership in the American Alumni Coun- 
cil, whereby we are to be notified when alumni are inducted 
into the Army. This council also releases certain publicity 
concerning college graduates, and has sent us recent informa- 
tion about Quentin Thompson. You will find this notice 

PUBLIC RELATIONS OFFICE 
U. S. NAVAL TRAINING STATION- 
GREAT LAKES, ILL. 
LT. ROGER Q. WHITE 



Public Relations Office 
U. S. Naval Air Station 
Pensacola, Florida 

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE 

Aaron B. Seidler, wlio attended Maryland 
State Teachers College, was recently appointed 
a Naval Aviation Cadet and was transferred to 
the Naval Air Station, Pensacola, Fla., for 
flight training. . . 

Prior to entering the Naval service, Seidler 
studied at Towson for three years, and was a 
varsity three letter man. . . 

Upon completion of the intensive course at 
the "Annapolis of the Air," Cadet Seidler will 
receive his Navy "Wings of Gold" with the de- 
signation of Naval Aviator, and will be commis- 
sioned an Ensign in the Naval Reserve or a 
Second Lieutenant in the Marine Corps Reserve. 



elsewhere on this page. Bill Ackley who has also been at the 
Great Lakes Training Station was here last week and gave us 
advance information about Quentin's success. 

A recent letter from Justus Meyer, B.S. 1935, who is in 
the Navy, gives us some interesting news on the rating we 
have with the Navy Department. Mr. Meyer enlisted last 
March as a yeoman and he is now being recommended for 
a commission. In speaking of the ensign in the Reserve who 
is handling his application (and who is a graduate of Tow- 
son) he says "I learned from him — now this is a feather 
in your cap — that Towson stands as one of the highest of 
Maryland colleges on the Navy's accredited list. Probably 
you had already known of this but it was good news to me." 

Sidney Baker, in a recent letter, gave an interesting de- 
scription of his wife; and he promises to bring her to Balti- 
more so that we may meet her. 

— R. C. Tansil. 



FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE SOHTiet 



GREAT LAKES, ILL. Oct. 1 

Quinton Donald Thompson, 21, son 
of Mr. and. Mrs. Donald W. Thomp- 
son, Monkton, Md. , was graduated 
from recruit training today as 
honor man of his company at the 
U. S. Naval Training Station 
here. 

Thompson, a 1942 graduate of 
State Teachers College, Towson, 
Md., has iDeen chosen through a 
series of aptitude tests given 
the 130 men of his company to 
attend one of the Navy's service 
schools . 

4 



Dwell the long night on the lashed shore 

Of broken-open crypt and tumbled stone 

And split and rammed-down clifl and girdered bone. 

Of upheaved, sundered street and unhinged door: 

Be crippled the gutter with blood, the alley with gore; 

The pavements blocked and mottled with the dead. 

Split the tower, the steeple torn and bled 

The laming arch: What we live for 

Is to rise from the blistered ruin and struck 

Walls of cities stripped to dirt and ash 

And belting on our fury and our rage 

To grind your gutted pulp into the muck 

And foam the solid angles of your flesh 

That your skulled creed chaos no coming age. 

— Warren Wendler. 
TOWER LIGHT 



f? 



I See a (New) Face Before Me 



99 



UPON RELUCTANTLY announcing that the Cardi- 
nals had won the fifth and final game of the World 
Series (Charley Keller, who almost beat the winners single 
handed, is her cousin), Miss Wegley espied the writer 
approaching through the dim and gloomy hall, and wel- 
comed him into her comfortable, sunny office. There we 
seated ourselves and opened the volume of her interesting 
experiences: 

Although she was born in Baltimore, Miss Wegley 's home 
is in Middletown, Maryland. Her high school education in- 
cluded courses in EUicott City and Frederick High Schools, 
and Hood College may boast of her as a student and as head 
of the Student Teachers Mathematics Department. She has 
her A.B. degree and has started toward her Master's degree 
with graduate work at Hopkins. 

Filling the post of resident director of the dormitory is a 
new experience to her, but it has proved to be an enjoyable 
one. For, as she puts it, the girls "cooperate so well." The 
social and scholarly end of dormitory life, and the teaching of 
the infant (here) subjects of College Algebra and College 
Trig, constitute her work. 

Sports are a hobby with her — especially baseball (as has 
been indicated) and football. Traveling is another of her 
favorite pastimes. At present, though, she is content to do her 
traveling in the way of tours around the campus which, she 
claims, incidentally, to be "one of the most beautiful I've ever 
seen." Her love of bright colors and prints often mislead 
people into taking her for a student. 

All of which, coupled with her hearty enjoyment of good 
food, renders her, in our opinion, quite human. 

— F. P. G. 

She's From Missouri 

MANY OF US this summer and fall have been eager 
to catch a glimpse of our new resident physician, 
Dr. Mary S. Bulkley. It was the writer's privilege to have a 
good visit with her recently and to learn from her something 
of her background and of her reactions to us. The new 
freshmen, since they are her students, have become ac- 
quainted with Dr. Bulkley, but the healthy upperclassmen 
may need some help. 

Dr. Bulkley hails from St. Louis, Missouri, a "cold- 
weather" city. She hopes to find Baltimore, she told us, a 
warmer place in which to live. (Since St. Louis and Balti- 
more have almost identical temperature ranges, we fear she 
will be disappointed.) 

After high school in Holbrook, Nebraska, Dr. Bulkley 
attended Wesleyan University, at University Place in Lincoln, 
OCTOBER . 1942 



Nebraska, where she received her B.S. in medicine. Gradua- 
tion from the College of Medicine of the University of Ne- 
braska gave her her M.D. Having gained her title officially, 
she served a year's interneship in the Women's and Chil- 
dren's Hospital, in Chicago, Illinois, following which she 
practiced at Druce Lake Camp, Lakeville, Illinois, practiced 
her profession at Hannibal, Missouri, for five years, and last 
year was the resident physician at the St. Luke Training 
School. 

Dr. Bulkley and her husband, Alfred Bulkley (an engineer 
at Bendix) drove east from St. Louis, leaving at noon on a 
Sunday and reaching Towson at six the following Tuesday 
evening. 

Dr. Bulkley is happy in the East, and is more than satisfied 
with her new surroundings, not only in her new home on 
Avondale Road in Stoneleigh, but also here at the college. 
She considers our wide front lawn, our glen, and our build- 
ings beautiful and suitable. And she considers the students 
"most adept in managing their assemblies." 

Dr. Bulkley believes there is mystery in living, and her 
favorite books are mystery books. She occasionally enjoys a 
good movie. Classical music appeals to her, but she hasn't 
the "least objection to swing." 

— Winifred McCann. 



Homo Sapiens, Perhaps? 

WE SENT ONE of our Roving Correspondents in to 
see Dr. Hartley, new faculty heart-throb, and this 
is what came in. (She was obviously overwhelmed): 

"What shall we call him? He looks just like a man but 
how could any one man have taught in four notable teachers' 
colleges, and at the same time have been research associate 
of the Erpi Classroom Films, writing, editing, and directing 
all social studies pictures.? 

"How could one single human have been Director of 
Audio-Visual Education in Albany, New York, and have 
also taught visual education for the past four summers 
at Columbia Teachers College.? 

"Moreover, where could he have found time to be the 
author of two books, namely, Selected Films for American 
History and Problems, and Conservation and Citizenship} 

"How can one human now be audio-visual editor of the 
magazine. Social Education, and national education adviser 
to the C.B.S 'School of the Air', educational advisor to the 
Motion Picture Producers and Distributors of America, Chair- 
man of the Audio-Visual Committee of the National Council 
for Social Studies, education advisor to the Committee for 

S 



the Study of Pacific Relations, and a contributor to the 
Encyclopedia of Modern Education, which is now being 
printed. 

"And advisor to Freshman 3 of the college. Believe it! 
This is Dr. Hartley, ninth male addition to the faculty. 

"(Signed) R. S." 



Commerce Department 

AND WHEN WE sent out another Roving Reporter to 
see about the Book Shop change, we got this report: 

"-'Where is Mrs. Clark?' was the main cry on September 
22. And 'She has gone away,' was the reply, mimicking Miss 
McDonald's query-and-response perfectly. Alas, it is true. 
But we are delighted that her successor is the charming Mrs. 
Maurice Richardson, whom most of us have met either 
formally, or informally across the counter. 

"Alma mater: Our own State Teachers College. 

"Prize possession: Young Jerry, who seeks knowledge and 
other things within the portals of the Lida Lee Tall School. 

"Pet aversions: Thunderstorms and people who rush into 
the Book Shop, holding a penny in one hand and pointing 
vaguely in the general direction of the cookie boxes, expect- 
ing her to know what cookie to hand them. 

"Chief aim: To become familiar with the Book Shop's 
stock and to learn the price of everything in the building. 

"Likes: Good music, working with books, and the friend- 
liness of STC students. 

"Thinks: That the cash register is very nice and that the 
Allies will win the war. 

"Admits: That Miss Woodward calls her 'Mrs. Clark' 
occasionally. 

"(Signed) Louise Davis." 



Calling Mrs. Miniver 

IN SHARP CONTRAST to the fantasies popular in the 
cinema today. The City (which we had the opportunity 
to see early in October) presents a subject which most Amer- 
icans have been inclined to neglect. From the start, the pur- 
pose of the picture is obvious: to make clear that the city of 
today has outlived its usefulness, and that we should be look- 
ing toward decentralization, and the proven-to-be better 
living conditions which come with decentralization. 

It would have added to the value of the picture if the 
earlier need to constrict houses into close areas so that work- 
ers could walk to work had been explained. Today the city 
reminds us of the airplane which had such a large propeller 
that it turned the plane. Was the city made for man or man 
for the city.? 

The picture's frank (but satirical) expose was ingeniously 
contrived. This method (the documentary one) is not new, 
but it serves to stimulate the individual by giving him a 
strong dose of reality. Yet isn't this as it should be.? Why 
not.? It wakes people up, makes them see reality. But was 
the intent of the picture merely to show reality and dramatize 
one of life's bitterer components, or was its intent something 
a little deeper.? 

Perhaps there was a little subtlety on Dr. Hartley's part 
in bringing such a picture to the college. Certainly the film 
can help us as teachers to contribute a great deal more to the 
cause which the producers of The City represent, for it gives 
a concrete message to carry with us to the classroom. 

— Paul Harkis. 



October 21, 1942 
TO THE EDITOR OF THE TOWER LIGHT: 

We, a oommittee of ten in the Men's Room, self-appointed, and what not, herewith submit 
the most astounding mess of gossip ever unearthed at State Teachers College: 

IRA EHRLICH met a fox three times in one month without the wolf in him getting a chance 
to come out. . . The rush to couple with SHIRLEY HENSCHEN in the foyer jam-session is remi- 
niscent of the rush at Post Office windows for war bonds and stamps. . . If you see that 
picture of "SHARROW kissing TRAVERS," don't believe it. . . Some trickster got ahold of two 
separate and distinct negatives, and developed them in true sharpster's style. . . Inci- 
dentally, rumor has it that SUE is very happy about MICKY'S most convincing talk to his draft 
board. . . 

If BARK SPELLMAN could sing, he'd be airing "M'appari" (from von Flotow's "Martha") all 
the day long. . . MAYNARD WEBSTER still prefers sloe gin, as the saying goes. . . KEN MARTIN 
has been going around kidding (or is he kidding) the girls about a weakness in his glands. . . 
Note to the yellow convertible: Hitler rides on that empty lap. . . Speaking of convertibles, 
CHIPMAN has a convertible Packard with no takers. . . 

JUSTIN case you hadn't heard EVELYN (Pepsodent) FREEMAN smiles (to show her teeth) to 
the University of Maryland Dental College. . . A tooth's a tooth for all that. . . JOHN 
HACKMAN'S piano antics have finally dotted the "i" in DOROTHY. . . Yeah, we know! There's no 



'i" in JONES, either. 



Ned Logan is still hitting the ball. 



Remember Elizabethtown, 



Neddie. . . ESTA has a ducky picture of JACK in trunks and trunks alone. . . SCHKLOVEN and 
LONDON are carrying on a fine rivalry, 'tis said. . . 

THE MEN'S ROOM COMMITTEE 



TOWER LIGHT 



BOOKS 



Edited by NORMA BRETALL 



The Illustrious Dunderheads. Edited by Rex Stout, with an in- 
troduction by Frank Sullivan. New York: A. Knopf. 1942. 

THE TOWER LIGHT would never embarrass anyone 
here by suggesting that a voter's handbook should find a 
good market at the college. This we will not say. But we 
will say that it is a very good idea, as the newspaper PM 
puts it, to know a good congressman from a bad one. (It so 
happens that on the standards maintained by the Messrs. 
Stout and Sullivan, Maryland doesn't have a single "bad" 
legislator.) You may ask, "What connection have I with 'bad' 
congressmen from other states?" According to PM (and to 
logical thinking) the connection is this: some other state 
may elect a "bad" man, and therefore you should make 
it your business to find, and to elect the "good" men from 
your own state, and make no mistake about it! 

Plainly, then. The Illustrious Dunderheads is a voters' 
handbook on the negative side. Hear ye! Hear ye, hear ye. 
These are the culprits who before (Pearl Harbor), and even 
now, are mouthing the same words that Adolf Hitler would 
have mercenaries mouth if he could reach them with 
enough money. These are the men who are doing Hitler's 
dirty work (preliminary to the coup d'etat) at no cost to 
him, but at great loss to morale in America. The Illustrious 
Du-riderheads, heartily recommended by Walter Winchell on 
a recent broadcast, rips down the Senate and the House in 
alphabetical order, picking threads from speeches or CR 
{Congressional Record) insertions which these "bad" men 
made. And, sure enough, if you read them, you'll see a 
marked similarity, to say the least, between these and the 
words of Dr. Goebbels (may his name be erased!) 

You can't really say anything bad about a book like this, 
since it is written from a point of view essential to survival, 
whether after a one-, three-, or even ten-years' war. The 
Nyes, Wheelers, Johnsons, the Hoffmans, the Walshes, the 
Hamfishes the Champ Clarks and the D. Worth Clarks (to 
name but a few) are those who stand out in our new history 
as men who placed and still place Roosevelt-hate above 
Hitler- and Fascism-hate. For this alone they should never 
be forgiven. But the fact that their peculiar way of looking at 
American life renders them prone to associate with the 
native and, yes, even foreign, fascists, should also render 
them in their constituents' eyes as unfit for further service 
in any capacity. Incidentally, this is an awful reflection on a 
democratic congress. 

— M. 

Three Men on a Raft 

Perhaps the most striking recent example of man's ability 
to cope with his environment is that provided by The Raft, 
OCTOBER . 1942 



a documentary account by Robert Trumbull of three Amer- 
ican Naval fliers forced down somewhere in the Pacific 
Ocean and of their efforts to remain alive by manning a 
small, unequipped rubber raft until land could be reached. 
Orift for thirty-four days, they covered a thousand miles 
and suffered double that number of hardships from hunger, 
thirst, exposure before arriving at the unknown island from 
which they were rescued. In a sense, The Raft is almost psy- 
chological in nature, the reactions of thinking men under 
the most trying conditions having been set forth with the 
utmost fidelity. Briefly, this account of human endurance 
tells of an accomplishment which ranks among man's most 
admirable and is written in the only possible manner, simply 
and directly. 



Country Cozzens 



In The Just and the Unjust, as meticulous and exacting a 
piece of writing as one is likely to find, John Gould Cozzens 
builds about a small-town murder trial a theme of far greater 
import, questioning as he does law as the guarantee of justice 
and justice as the constant in a democratic system. Behind 
each of his especially well-drawn characters lies a legal or 
ethical philosophy, each out of harmony with the other; and 
through te media of is caracters Mr. Cozzens allows us to 
witness and compare each of these philosophies at variance 
with the others. The plot is an intricate but perfect structure 
with every detail in proper place and proportion, and the 
story holds the interest at all times by the sheer power of its 
unmystical and somehow disturbing matter-of-factness. 

A Revolution Within a 
Revolution 

Tap Roots, an historical novel by James Street, is similar 
to Margaret Mitchell's enormously popular display of cli- 
maxes (GWTW) in several respects and is deserving of far 
more merit in quite a few of these respects. Street's novel is 
characterized by a particularly blunt but good and intelli- 
gent interpretation of certain little-understood phases of our 
Civil War; his characters are of the GWTW type — a hussy 
for a heroine and a blackguard for a hero — but they are 
nonetheless fascinating. The plot concerns Lebanon, a county 
of Mississippi, and the situation which resulted when that 
state withdrew from the Union. The people of Lebanon, 
Union sympathizers, prompdy seceded from the state itself, 
thereby creating a fine literary opportunity. Tap Roots is 
close-knit and genuinely exciting and in addition to being a 
good story, is good history. 

— w.w. 



OCTOBER, 1942 



The News Letter 



Vol. I, No. 1 



Passion Play 
Slated (or Lyric 
Stage 

Students here will be interested to 
learn of the forthcoming Black Hills 
Passion Play production, listed for the 
stage of the Lyric Theatre for this 
coming Sunday, October 25. The spec- 
tacle will be played through November 
8, giving room and time sufficient for 
the huge crowds which are expected. 

The Black Hills group represents a 
direct relationship to the very first Pas- 
sion Play in dramatic history, that in 
Luenen, Westphalia, dating back to 
1242. Josef Meier, who portrays the 
"Christus," first appeared in such plays 
in the role of the Christ Child when he 
was only ten weeks old, and is of the 
seventh generation of religious actors. 

Coming to Baltimore with a cast of 
100, and heralded as "the greatest drama 
of all times," the Black Hills Passion 
Play will be seen in nightly perform- 
ances beginning at 8:15 P. M., in daily 
weekday matinees, at 1:30 P. M., and 
in three Sunday matinees. 



Target for Tonight 
On View, Nov. 24 

The highly recommended R. A. F. 
film, "Target For Tonight," which 
Quentin Reynolds calls "superb," is 
coming to the college for a special show- 
ing, it was made known this week. 

The film will be on loan from the 
Maryland Academy of Sciences, in Bal- 
timore, which exhibited "Target For 
Tonight" with unmeasured success re- 
cendy. Dr. E. Curt Walther exerted 
special effort toward securing the print, 
since it should prove quite helpful to 
the men now taking Aeronautics. The 
showing is slated for November 24. 
8 



College Gets $1000 
Scholarship Loan Fund 



Meet the 
Managing Editor 

Introducing the TL's newest (and 
quite vital) staff member: Virginia 
MacConney, managing editor. 

Miss MacConney returns to State 
Teachers College after a year's leave 
of absence during which time she 
partook of that delicate morsel called 
"work." She would have acquired 
her degree this past June, but now 
will have to wait her time. 

For identification: Miss MacCon- 
ney is very tall, nice to look at, and 
knows her stufi around the TL 
office. 

She is a graduate of the Forest 
Park High School, Baltimore, and 
thus should find plenty of company 
about the college with prep af- 
fections in common. 



S.G.A. Dance 
Friday/ 1 3th 



But definitely, the Student Govern- 
ment Association's Harvest Dance is 
set for Friday, November 13. 

The announcement from S. G. A. 
officials came early this week, and the 
Dance Committee has already begun 
work to make the first stop on the young 
social season a rousing success. 

Something novel in the way of aes- 
thetic effects has been promised by the 
Decorations Committee, headed by 
Billie Smith, a senior. All the smooth 
rhythms will be thrust on a background 
of cornstalks and pumpkins, it has been 
hinted. 

As yet the orchestra is unnamed; but 
the price schedule is available, admis- 
sions running from $.99 to |.99, tax 
included. 



Dr. Wiedefeld has announced the 
presentation to the college of a new 
student loan. The gift, one of one thou- 
sand dollars, was donated by Mrs. Grace 
Boryer Downin, and will bear her 
name. 

Mrs. Downin expressed the wish that 
the money be "loaned to students who 
are in need of financial aid." 

Mrs. Downin was an elementary 
school teacher in the schools of Hagers- 
town, and has done supervisory work 
in the primary grades of Washington 
County. She is well known throughout 
the county for the work she did both 
for teachers and children. 

Dr. Wiedefeld, in a prepared state- 
ment issued to the Tower Light, ex- 
presed particular gratitude "to Mrs. 
Downin for her most generous gift, 
since she is not one of our alumnae." 



Who Is This 
Mary Fisher? 

In case you haven't yet heard (and 
chances are you haven't) STC has 
new neighbors, and these are students 
and faculty of Goucher College, in 
Baltimore, who are living currendy in 
the heart of Towson. 

The dormitory building is known as 
Mary Fisher Hall, we learn from a re- 
cent addition of the Goucher College 
Wee}{ly, which has just reached our 
desk. 

An interesting item from Weel{ly, 
which appears to be well edited and 
made up, indicates that Goucherites 
hurrying to and from Towson are be- 
coming very much conscious of street- 
cars. 

Quoting the same edition of Weekly, 
"you play a gussing game with yourself 
for a few minutes, and decide when 
you're supposed to give the conductor 
the ticket from those 'famous' pink 
books." . . . "Have you ever won- 
dered what a can of sardines felt like.''" 
TOWER LIGHT 



THnOWER LIGHT 



VOLUME XVI . NUMBER 2 



NOVEArBEK-DECEMBEK • 1942 





\bu want | 

STEADY NEliVE 

to launch a'^lnfi$h* 
or make one V^^^^„^ 



HIDE-AND-SEEK. A deadly game 
of it with the T. N. T. of depth 
charge and torpedo. That's a game only 
for steady nerves! 

But what isn't these days— with all of 
us fighting, working, living at the high- 
est tempo in years. Smoking, too— per- 
haps even more than you used to. 

If Camels are not your present brand, 
try them. Not just because they're the 
favorite in the service or at home — 
but for the sake of your own smoking 
enjoyment, try Camels. Put them to 
the "T-Zone" test described below and 
make your own comparisons. 



R. J. Reynolds Tobacco Company, Winston-Salem, North Carolina 




The^'TZone 
where cigarettes 
are judged 



The "T-ZONE"— Taste and Throat— is the proving 
ground for cigarettes. Only your taste and throat 
con decide which cigarette tastes best to you . . . 
and how it affects your throat. For your taste and 
throat are absolutely individual to you. Based 
on the experience of millions of smokers, we be- 
lieve Camels will suit your "T-ZONE" to a "T." 
Prove it for yourself! 




"^"RKISH (^DOMESTIC 
cigare-ptes 




GYROSCOPE GIRL — Pretty Rosemary Gregory {above) 
calibrates automatic directional devices at a Sperry 
Gyroscope Co. plant, and she's just as partial to Camels 
as the fighting men who depend on her precision. She 
says; "Camels suit me better all ways. For my taste 
and my throat. Camels are tops with a capital "T'!" 



9^ Tower LighLj 

Contents 

Thanksgiving: 1942 {Editorial) 1 

This Is War (Editorial) 1 

Principles of Practice (Editorial^ ..... 1 

The Board Is Up {Editorial) ...... 2 

Talk of the Campus ....... 3 

The AU-Clear for Sirens 4 

The Decimated Speak 5 

G. I . . . 6 

The Open Forum ........ 6 

Books — 

Private Hargrove ....... 7 

The Anti-fascists . . . . . . .7 

Whodunit? 7 

Wisconsin's Point ....... 7 

Philosophy ......... 8 

PICTURE CREDITS: Cover — Burton Lock. 



Volume XVI, Number 2 November-December, 1942 



Thanksgiving: 1942 

THANKSGIVING THIS YEAR HAD A PARTICU- 
larly direct touch on the life of the college. Or per- 
haps it would be well to remember that this year, for the 
first time since a good many people here can remember. 
Thanksgiving was not traditionally observed, since classes, 
were scheduled for that day. But we can draw a serviceable 
purpose from the cancellation of the regular holiday period. 
After the fashion of the sermonizers, we can truly say that 
Thanksgiving is an occasion for giving thanks only when 
we have something to be thankful for. It is obvious that if 
we give too much time to the rendering of thanks in these 
crucial times, it may happen ultimately that many of the 
things we should even now wish to show gratitude for will 
have disappeared. It is no longer (as it was as recendy as 
one year ago) far-fetched to draw analogies between a sol- 
dier's sacrifice in his fox-hole and a student's smaller gifts 
back in the old home college. It is no longer "silly" to ac- 
cuse college students of softness, in their refusal to make 
sacrifices which are infinitesimal compared to other, braver 
sacrifices. Perhaps we are waxing too strong in our language. 
Time has shown that any language which will help save 
some of the institutions we love is commendable language, 
speech to be desired. 

NOVEMBER-DECEMBER • 1942 



This Is War! 

LATEST WRINKLES OF THE WAR'S EFFECT ON 
STC were the restrictions of expenditures on, and con- 
solidation of Class and SGA dances by the newly-formed and 
quick-acting War Policies Committee. This has been one 
of the most definite answers yet in our school life to the Gov- 
ernment's plea to cut down on unnecessary expenses for the 
duration of the war. That a certain amount of the proceeds 
of every dance shall go directly into the war effort is also 
in harmony with the Government's requests. 

Students should not think of this action as excessive ad- 
ministrative jurisdiction, since the War Policies Committee 
is a joint faculty-student group, and represents the democratic 
interaction which is always supposed to exist between the 
students and administration. The restrictions need not cur- 
tail the social programs of the classes as the WPC had the 
acumen to contrive combined-class dances to insure that the 
quality of the affairs would not be impaired. We may not be 
able to have the more lavish decorations in which we form- 
erly indulged at such social functions; yet these would hardly 
be in tune with intelligent thinking in such times as these. 

The false optimism currently prevalent in the minds of 
American people that we are all-powerful and it is merely a 
matter of months before the militaristic hordes of Hitler and 
Hirohito will be crushed is responsible for their unwilling- 
ness to give up petty luxuries. As college students we are well 
aware of the exigencies of the national emergency and the 
effect of such attitudes on the war effort. It is time now to 
realize sacrifice in terms of concrete action. The course is to 
adjust rapidly and intelligendy to any requirements the War 
Policies Committee should find necessary to impose, as they 
have proven their ability to put us on an all-out production 
basis. — P. H. 

Principles of Practice 

TO STUDENT-TEACH OR NOT TO STUDENT- 
teach is the problem now before the Administration in 
regard to the men students. With the recent passage of the 18- 
19-year-old draft and Eisenhower's offensive in Africa, it is 
doubtful whether many men will be left in the college after 
March or June. Administrative approval of the abolition of 
at least one term of student teaching for the men students 
is evident in the fact that the present seniors are now taking 
the military plan and that we even have such a plan in a 
school where there are so few men. The worth of such a 
plan is obvious. Current events in the war show a great 
need for men and especially specialists. In the colleges is a 
wealth of manpower capable of becoming trained in essen- 
tial fields in a short time. Any delay in getting such training 
now mustneeds have an undesirable effect on the successful 
prosecution, and final outcome of the war. 

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Naturally, the elimination of both terms of student-teach- 
ing is neither justifiable nor the issue. After this dizzy world 
untangles itself, it is not likely that the men would want to 
come back to the school. 

The consistent policy of the administration thus far to 
correlate the school's activities with the nation's war effort 
has been very logical and successful, showing clear thinking 
and discrimination before making any changes. 

It is only to be hoped, therefore, that in the last analysis 
when the gap is jumped — that is the gap between war's 
demands and current practice-teaching policies — it will be 
jumped in such a way as to insure once more the quality 
of Maryland's teachers now, and after the war, and in a way 
which will reflect credit upon all concerned. The men them- 
selves seem to feel that one term should be eliminated. 
Trends in administrative pronouncements have indicated 
a similar, if not more extreme, proclivity. Whatever the feel- 
ing inside, however, this is one issue that ought to be pushed 
off the block at the earliest possible junction-point. 



The Board Is Up 



SOME OF THE MORE ARTICULATE OF THE 
upperclassmen have expressed rather hearty dissatisfac- 
tion with what to them seems an abuse of administrative 
power. A glance at page 6 will show adequately a sampling 
of some of the comments which have been heard. Perhaps it 
would be well to keep in mind the fact that the letter's 
author is himself (or herself) a member of the Executive 
Board, during whose sessions the "interferences" were al- 
leged to have taken place. 

It has been argued, we might say in preface, that we 
should not have printed the letter, since the facts involved 
are exclusively the Executive Board's property, and hence 
the writer should have been "man enough" either to speak 
out against the alleged wrongs while they were being done, 
and in the presence of the person charged, or to retire with 
his (or her) mouth closed. 

Well, the fact is, we have printed the letter, because we 
felt no matter how confidential the matter was, it was both- 
ering someone, and that was sufficient cause. But before we 
printed, we went around to Dr. Dowell to ask him in all 
fairness for a reply. This request he declined, since he felt 
the "charges" were not sufficiendy concrete or particularized, 
and further, that in replying, he would necessarily divulge 
much Executive Board business, which we in turn must 
assume to be secret. 

Looking behind the Executive Board's secret-holding, of 
which we never approved, and behind the very structure of 
the Board, as defined in the very recent constitution — in 
large, looking behind the general system of doing business, 
we may safely define the issue as being one of your concep- 
tion of what an advisor is. Is he to be a faculty yes-man, or 
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a faculty no-man.? Is he present to help people (students) 
grow out in any conceivable healthy direction, or is his pres- 
ence intended to make for growth along one line (his) and at 
one pace (again his). We ourselves are not yet sure. We 
will, however, say something that has bothered us for a long 
time. Wherever administrational powers are well defined, 
student initiative is lessened in proportion. According to the 
extent of administrative work here, there remain very few 
areas in which student-governors could make errors, and 
none of them serious. Why, then, shouldn't they be allowed 
to make mistakes, and ask an advisor, when they want to, the 
best possible learnings those same errors might offer.? 



Cover Credits 



— H. M. L. 



LISTEN, GIRLS! WE REALLY DID OUR BEST ON 
that cover. We are quite sure that there will be a great 
deal of dissatisfaction with our choice, since differences of 
opinion on such a subject are inevitable. For example, one 
Senior man is certain as we write this that the "lucky girl" 
is not Stang, but Henschen. 

However these things may be, we don't see how any fair- 
minded individual could say that our cover idea was a failure. 
It was probably the best thing that ever happened to the 
Tower Light, and if we needed proof for that statement, 
we could point to the amount of interest which the cover 
project has awakened in a once-sleepy Tower Light. While 
we're gloating, however, we should put in a good word for 
Burt Lock, who snapped the super-pic, in fact, all the pic- 
tures, assisted by Dr. Caspar Boniface. Credit is also due the 
staff as a whole, who managed to keep the choice secret until 
tomorrow morning. 



The Staff 

Herschel M. London 

Editor 

Virginia MacCoNNEv Paul Harris 

Managing Editor Production 

Contributing Editors — Warren Wendler, John 

McCauley, May Ruth Needle 



Norma Bretall 

Literary Editor 

Edith Weaver 

Winifred McCann 

Literary Associates 

Dorothy Cox 

Ralph Barrett 

Art Editors 

Josephine Krotee 

Business Manager 

Dr. Ruth S. Lynch 



Kitty Cragg 
Service News Editor 

Harold Katz 

Men's Editor 

Burton Lock 

Caspar Boniface 

Photography Editors 

Dorothy Weller 

Circulation 

— Faculty Advisor 



The Tower Light is published monthly by the stu- 
dents of the State Teachers College at Towson, Md. 
No communications will be accepted after the 15th 
of the publication month. 



TOWER LIGHT 



The Talk 

of 

the Campus 



WHEN THE TOWER LIGHT LAST MONTH AN- 
nounced its intention to ferret out a cover girl for the 
current issue, a lot of stir was created among the student body. 
What many students probably failed to notice was the in- 
terest which a member of the English staff displayed in the 
methods of selection, and in the ultimate choice herself. The 
instructor we have in mind used several means to attain his 
own ends. First, he named a few of his own candidates — 
no small task anywhere. In addition, he took the editor on 
a long walk one day to introduce the latter, as it were, to the 
freshman girls, from among whom the cover was a certainty 
to come. We might go so far as to say that although his 
advice influenced the editors but little, the inspiration and 
push that he provided certainly meant a great deal. The 
season was quite ripe for investigations, it would seem. We 
were, indeed, fascinated by his methods. The few men re- 
maining might take a good many pointers from him. 

• • • 

OFF-HAND, WE SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT 
Mr. Harold Moser's preoccupation in the past with the sub- 
ject of mental discipline of the formal variety would have 
put a crimp in serious talk of such matters. As matters have 
turned out, there has been a revival of the doctrine. A math 
instructor at the college has been saying in no uncertain 
tones that "mathematics is supposed to make you honest, 
to develop your thinking powers, isn't it.?" Sic transit gloria! 

• • • 

WE LIKE TO THINK ABOUT THE DAY DR. HART- 
ley walked into Fr. 6's class, said his usual "Good Morning, 
Kiddies," and announced: "Right now I should put down a 
straight F for everyone of you." The sitters just kept on 
sitting. Surely this cannot be the good professor himself, 
they thought he — the shatterer of our historical illusions! 
Came the end of his oration. "... Not one of you asked me 
to dance with you at the SGA dance, and I looked so 

pretty that my better 9/10's nearly made me stay home." 

• • • 

THE GOOD DOCTOR, THOUGH, HAS CAPTURED 
the student body by a veritable storm. His infinitely piercing 
sense of humor (as one person put it) brings him practically 
to the forefront of the faculty humorists. Even while con- 

NOVEMBER-DECEMBER • 1942 



ducting Wednesday's gym classes, he finds time to toss off 
(between breaths) a nifty gag here and there, which even 
Ted Katenkamp sees fit to chuckle at. He wresdes like a pro, 
and smiles. ... (If we wanted to be poetic we could really 
describe his smile. But who cares?) 

• • • 

WE WERE FORTUNATE IN BEING THE FIRST OF 
the reporters to interview Miss Doris Stang on the subject 
of how it feels to be a cover girl. When talk of such a selec- 
tion began, many of our colleagues both among students and 
the faculty seemed to think she was the logical choice. One 
sincere person told us, for example, that "her teeth are won- 
derful." We'll leave that for you to decide. Sad to say. Miss 
Stang doesn't talk too freely, and to pry information from 
her was rather difficult. We did manage to wheedle such 
details as her age, and the last school she attended, but these 
are minor. (She is 18, by the way, and is a graduate of East- 
ern High.) We couldn't find out what she likes, since she was 
gracious enough to leave that to our judgment. (Forsooth, 
Miss Stang thinks the school is a great place; only, some 
of the people in it . . .). Her friends call her "Stinky." We 
know the staff will be severely criticized, but we'll stick to 
our guns, always. Doesn't that make you feel wonderful, 

Stinky.? 

• • • 

IT'S NOT EVERY DAY IN THE WEEK, NOR EVERY 
week that we have the good fortune to receive, or to dedi- 
cate a new gymnasium. The spirit in which the recent job 
was carried on, credit going to both faculty and to students, 
is quite the thing to write about, since such spirit is not 
manifest here as often as twice in three years. We refer, of 
course, to Physical Fitness Day earlier this month, on which 
occasion the faculty blushingly cleaned out its sportscupboard 
(or hurriedly acquired new goods) in order to look physically 
fit. What we mean is super-physically fit. But no single 
teacher could touch the simply ravishing Superman created 
by the Juniors, and borne by Warren (Himself) Wendler. 
All ife want to ask is two questions: First, what was so 
d n funny about the men's exhibition(ism).? and sec- 
ondly, where and when do those hard-working girls (so they 
say!) find time to acquire such precision.? I don't know; my 

name ain't Carmen! 

• • • 

THE NEXT FEW WORDS ARE GOING TO ROLL 
off our tongue with immeasurable glee. For years now (ever 
since we were sixteen) we've been asking every fairly intel- 
ligent looking individual whether he'd ever read Dos 
Passos. Ever so often the answer would be "no," but here 
and there we managed to persuade someone to read him, and 
sure enough, everybody was happy. Dos Passes' books, in- 
cidentally, must be asl^ed for at Enoch Pratt. We had just 
finished reading The Big Money, third in the trilogy, when 
we came across the entire (Continued on page 8) 

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The AU-Clear for Sirens 



Edited by 
Virginia MacConney 



TO ALL YOU CITY STUDENTS WHO HAVE 
never lived in the dorm, we herewith submit a brief 
account of what you have been missing by not bunking out 
in Richmond Hall: 

L Those wonderful sessions held by a certain exclusive 
group, the range of whose topics includes Religion and Phil- 
osophy, but whose favorites, as one member so aptly put it, 
are Men, Music, and Clothes. 

2. That party in the kitchen at which we danced with a 
cup of cider in one hand, stopping now and then to grab 
a handful of hot-buttered pop- 
corn with the other hand.. 



W! 



3. That night we all went up 
to Shirley Hicks' room to see 
color-slides of May Day, travels, 
and, of course, Kenny. 

4. The farm! We've been here 
four years, nearly, and didn't 
know that 100 yards back of Dr. 
Wiedefeld's house you hit the 
rural atmosphere, what with pigs, 
cows, and horses. For any info 
on the little orphan pig, see Billie 
Smith. 



/'N A COLLEGE WHERE THE NUM- 
ber of girls outweighs the number of men 
by so much as do the women here, the fair sex 
ought to have more attention centered on it by 
the college's one and only organ. As much as 
we dislike saying it, Towson can almost be 
called a women's college without too much 
deviation from truth. Therefore we should 
probably be entitled to seven-eighths of the 
Tower Light as it now stands, and twenty- 
three I twenty-fourths of a 2^-page TL. This 
is your page, girls! Wish it well. 



5. The smoker, any week-end 
night except Sunday after 12, 

with singing ranging from Christmas carols in July to Navy 
songs the year round. All us unluckies, who are convinced 
we were born about three years too soon hang around to hear 
what the Freshmen did on their dates. 

6. Those sessions of listening to good music, when work 
is neglected for a worthier cause. I'm afraid if I play "One 
O'clock Jump" now, Toodles will disown me. And I do 
like a good jam-session mixed in with my Bach and 
Debussy. 

7. The rumpus we always have after the Halowe'en Party. 
Maybe you wouldn't have minded getting wet washcloths 
in your face, mops in your back, and blitz of tincans 
and waste-baskets every ten minutes. And, did you see 
Alice Blackiston at the party as a South Sea Islander? 
Stricdy on the sharp side. That latest escort of hers is pretty 
neat, too. 

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"E THINK THAT'S A PRETTY CUTE LABEL 
Jule Wright put on the sweater she made for Bill: 
"Jule's Midnight Oil Co." 

* * * 

Toodles, ma cherie, do you still speak French.? We notice 
that those Lamda Chi letters are still coming in. 

* * • 

Under the heading of people you can't irk comes Ken- 
neth Martin. We've tried him on every subject from music 
to women. It's just no go. 

Neat 

They can ration sugar and all 
that goes with it, but clothes will 
still be the chief topic of conver- 
sation. There are a few males, 
but heck — we still have to look 
at each other, so let's keep look- 
ing solid. Men's Editor's Note — 
You mean begin looking solid, 
don't you? And even if we can't 
get those dreamy nylon jobs, 
what do we care? We wonder 
what the "bhoys" think of those 
Veronica Lake hair-do's among 
the freshmen? I like Shirley 
Hicks' lisle hose, Jean Benson's 
shirt-and-skirt effect, and Schutz's 
fifteen blouses of any color you 
can name. 



Slick Drag 

WE, THE DAY STUDENTS, HAVE LOVINGLY 
nick-named our smoker the Den of Iniquity. Possibly 
you may hear a slight noise as you pass our door at lunch- 
time. This, to us, is only the familiar cat session in progress. 
The fact that the gals of the smoker, representing the fresh- 
man, sopohomore, junior, and senior classes, are one big 
happy family (all intensely interested in what goes on in 
each other's lives) may be shown by a brief list of current 
topics. To wit: Georgette's setting of a wedding date; Leslie's 
reconciliation after four months; Henry's sore toe; Kather- 
ine's new hair-do; Shirley's troubles; Kitty's new man; Vir- 
ginia's recent letters, and so on. 

Got a match? . . . You owe me one! . . . Who threw the 
apple core in the basket? . . . Close the door! . . . Lend me 
your homework. ... I didn't do one diing last night! 

— Smoky Joe. 
TOWER LIGHT 



Edited by 
Harold Katz 



Speech of the Decimated 



THE OTHER DAY WE RECEIVED A LETTER 
from one of the better known among the men-geniuses 
here, on the matter of teachers' salaries. His cry joins the 
myriad plaints of teachers and prospective teachers for more 
pay. He was very careful to disclaim any feeling that the joy 
of working with children (undeniably present) or the thrill 
of doing things "socially significant" could compensate for 
the denial of adequate living conditions. 

His case was good; but he humorously suggested a kind 
of violence, which did not sit well with some of those who 
read it. We have omitted the letter, but make this comment. 

A faculty member who read the letter told us that violence 
was not necessary; that if "teach- 
ers yelled long enough and loud 
enough for what they want, they 
would surely get it." 

We certainly wish we could 
echo her sentiment. But it is true 
only so far as it goes. There are 
too many unsocial teachers who 
will not help in yelling. They 
have arrived and are satisfied 
with their lot. They will not join 
the newer, lower-grade teachers 
(because it would not pay them 
to do so at all). However you 
feel, something ought to be done 
about salaries; and with all the 
light that has been shed, perhaps 
a litde heat might help. 

In Service 

ON DECEMBER 7, 1941, THIS COLLEGE WENT 
to war. Many of our graduates entered the service; and 
some undergraduates have left their college careers incom- 
plete to heed the call to the colors. Of those fortunate enough 
to have remained in school, many have already enlisted in 
branches of the Army, Navy, and Marine Corps reserves. 
The men to date who have signed up are: 

JOHN BAREHAM, ERC [CENNETH MARTIN, 

RALPH BARRETT, ERC Army Air Corps 

JAMES CHEATHAM, V-7 JOHN McCAULEY, ERC 
NOLAN CHIPMAN, V-7 CARLISLE REFOE, V-7 

JACK- HACKMAN, ITZ SCHKLOVEN, 

Army Air Corps Army Air Corps 

PAUL HARRIS, ERC SAM SHARROW, USMCR 

HAROLD KATZ, ERC BARK SPELLMAN, ERC 

BURTON LOCK, ERC MAYNARD WEBSTER, V-7 

HARRY LONDON, V-7 

NOVEMBER-DECEMBER • 1942 



Conceit 



rE, THE MEN STUDENTS OF THE 
Maryland State Teachers College at 
Totvson do hereby proclaim that we have 
submitted long enough to the Amazon-li\e 
society which has prevailed here. Further- 
more, through this, our page in the Tower 
Light, we shall endeavor to create an aware- 
ness of our thoughts and views on all vital 
topics. We have \ept silent long enough. Our 
purpose is to dominate in all matters which 
concern us, regardless of who may be criti- 
cized or raided over the coals. Let not the tone 
of this month's page deceive you; we are out 
to put hair on the chest of the Tower Light. 



WE WHO EDIT THE MEN'S PAGE ARE NOT 
what people would ordinarily call self-centered. But 
when it came time to select a cover-girl for the current Tower 
Light, we respectfully suggested to the editor that there was 
not a single girl in the school whom we could suggest for the 
signal honor. Therefore, said we, the best possible cover 
would be one depicting Ralph Barrett and the Men's Editor 
(Katz) in the dazzling numbers which they wore at a recent 
student-government meeting. In fact, we have heard people, 
even some who were "good friends and admirers" of the final 
cover-girl, say that that would be 
the best idea we could think of. 
So consider this, please, as a 
sort of protest against the selec- 
tion that the TL made. We of the 
men's page would hardly be sur- 
prised if a rival magazine were 
begun on the smoldering embers 
of this latest issue. 



Refugees 

THE LATEST IN STORIES 
about refugees has to do 
with one of the painters who re- 
cendy worked on our buildings. 
He approached me one afternoon 
and, with a heavy German accent, 
inquired as to how long the school day was. When I had 
answered, he informed that he was through with colleges. 
This seemed a strange statement, so I asked him to explain. 
It seems that our friend attended "four or five colleges in 
Europe"; however, the longing for the sea was strong in his 
blood, and he got a job on a boat. He advanced rapidly, and 
soon obtained the position of first mate on that lordly vessel, 
the Bremen. Things were pleasant enough until Germany 
went to war. Then, on the Bremen's well-known last trip to 
this country, our painter decided he'd rather remain here. 
German authorities barred his way, however, so he took mat- 
ters in his own hands. The day of the ship's departure, he hit 
on a daring plan. When the boat had cleared port, he dove 
overboard and swam to shore. Once he was safe in America, 
the German authorities could do nothing. 

When America went to war, all enemy aliens were for- 
bidden to work on ships, hence he became a painter and 
subsequendy obtained his present job. 

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r G. I. J LThe ForumH 



FROM FAR AND WIDE LETTERS REACH US 
from former students and graduates in the armed 
forces. I would like you to note the number of our boys who 
have just recently been shipped over. The fact that there is 
a war on strikes nearer and nearer home when we read of 
the boys "next door" and classmates serving overseas. Per- 
haps my next statement will sound a bit sentimental, but it 
is the truth. The happiest moment in a soldier's day is the 
delivery of the mail and I quote from the letter of a com- 
missioned officer. Add to all your other good traits consid- 
eration for others! 

The most recent mail comes from the United States, Eng- 
and, and "somewhere in the Pacific." 

Lieut. Bernard A. Phelps, Jr., care of Postmaster, San 
Francisco, California: 

It seems the lieutenant found a copy of the Jeffersonian 
in one of the officers' clubs which listed some of the girls he 
knew as cadets. He thinks it "sounds classy." Lieut. Phelps 
wants to know if we have a spare Tower Light. You bet, 
Bernard, and it's practically on its way. 

Another letter from Lieut. Carville Lauenstein, stationed 
on the west coast, reveals that he is busy scooping sand and 
dust out of his eyes, hair, and clothes. Lieut. Lauenstein is on 
maneuvers, but expects to be finished soon. He is blissfully 
picturing himself on the road to Hollywood, en route to see 
La Turner and Lamarr before his company is sent overseas. 

Midshipman Henry Astrin writes from Chicago that he 
expects to arrive in Baltimore shortly, if given liberty. By 
the time this is read, he will have already paid his visit. 

Private Lee Woolf claims he enjoys army life very much 
with a few exceptions, these being: 

"Another phase ol: army life is the wearing of field jackets. 
Now if it is cold, we aren't allowed to use them, but if the 
weather is hot that's the time to wear them. 

"If it drizzles or rains slighdy, we go indoors and train; 
if torrents descend, we stay outside and get soaking wet." 
Keep your chin up, Lee; you f^^now you like it! 

Luther Cox, who is in England, when not working, is 
having a grand time seeing the sights. He says: 

"The Cathedrals are beautiful; so majestic and immense 
from the outside and amazingly constructed. 'While on the 
inside, one is met by the beauty and splendor due only to the 
great influence of God alone. 

"I am going to try to get off October 10 to attend a 
National soccer game between England and Scodand. This is 
right down my alley." 
Shordy after this one, another letter was received stating 
that Lou had previously spent three weeks in an American 
hospital and was just returning to combat duty. 

— Kitty Cragg. 



To the Editor of the Tower Light: 

The recent attempt of the SGA to define its powers and 
to assume full control in those matters which fall within 
its jurisdiction is, I think, a fine idea. The new constitution 
and recent legislation all are pointed in the direction of full 
student control in their own realm (that is, non-administra- 
tive). The next step, I believe, is for the students to act on 
their own more often. By this I mean more student-initiated 
action. The SGA advisor doesn't vote but to listen in on the 
Executive Board meetings, one would think it was a student- 
faculty affair rather than a student affair. The advisor should 
give his advice when asked for it or if his intervention is 
needed. Let the students make mistakes — they won't be 
serious ones. In theory, the SGA is a student affair. Let's 
keep it that way in fact. 

— Y. 

• • • 

To the Editor of the Tower Light: 

There is a lack of consistency in the business of calling 
black black and white white. In the laying down of adminis- 
trative regulations governing student activities a neutral gray 
tone pervades. There is lip-service to honor, self-government, 
self-respect, and several other virtues. All of which is some- 
what commendable, becoming, however, condemnable in 
light of administrative action. Contrasted to regulations, ad- 
ministrative criticism and lightning raids and reprisals appear 
ultimately black or white, but never, never gray. 

... It is a well-known fact that during the history of the 
college, non-compulsory assemblies have never been well at- 
tended. Compulsory assemblies served the dual purpose of 
filling the auditorium and showing a seeming respect to the 
speaker while making the program available to all. 

A compulsory plan may appear on the surface juvenile, 
and superimposed. But here again the factor of consistency 
is important. There can be no class cuts, so classes are seldom 
cut. And in the days of compulsory assemblies, these were 
seldom cut. However, when a laissez faire attitude prevails 
concerning assemblies, there is bound to be a pendular re- 
action, resulting in widespread avoidance of non-compulsory 
assemblies. Then, sudden as a thunderclap, administrative 
"down the back stairs" investigation, rebukes, and the at- 
tendant bad feelings on both sides. 

— A Whole Section. 
.'.Attached to the above letter, was another "brief" 
in which "A Whole Section," {probably a Senior 
section) poured forth angry comment because they 
weren't going to get a commencement. They will be 
glad to Xnow, if they do not already, that the Seniors 
will have a commencement — Saturday afternoon, 
January 30, 1943. — The Editor. 

TOWER LIGHT 



BOOKS 



Edited by NORMA BRETALL 



See Here, Private Hargrove, by Marion Hargrove. New 
York: Henry Holt, 1942. 

PEOPLE ON THE STREET-CAR THE OTHER DAY 
smiled discreetly to themselves and said, "I guess they 
just let her out." I am referring to myself, whose sudden 
outbursts of laughter and giggles cause the smiling, and the 
accompanying chatter. But right here and now, I should like 
to throw the blame upon Marion Hargrove, whom most of 
us know better by now as the author of that dainty litde 
morsel. See Here, Private Hargrove, a buck's tale of his trials 
and tribulations as a member (not honorary) in the rear 
ranks. 

See Here, Private Hargrove would make a fine introduc- 
tion to army life for the men here and abroad who are now 
without knowledge of the treatment they will receive in the 
armed forces. 

The book is so human that Private Hargrove seems to be 
sitting next to you, relating his tales of army life. The book, 
without a doubt, would cause the sorriest looking of souls to 
roar with laughter. Private Hargrove represents the no- 
good boy down the street who was drafted. Special attention 
is given to those most deserving gentlemen, the sergeants. 

To give a concrete example of the material included, one 
may comfortably cite the following: 

"Lingerie Note: Our winter uniforms were issued to us 
today, and since we had the afternoon off, we spent all our 
time before retreat trying on the pretties and parading before 
each other. The cloths were all wool, and the temperature 
was all heat, but ail was vanity. 

"From wrist to ankle, we will be clothed this winter in two- 
piece ensembles of a color halfway between baby-blue and 
rabbit-gray. The undershirts are cut on a sweat-shirt pattern 
and are form fitting enough to send all Hollywood designers 
into frenzies of envy. 

"I like mine so well I'm going to have pictures made of me 
in them. Won't the boys back home be jealous!" 
See Here, Private Hargrove is a law and a book unto 
itself. — K. C. 

The Anti-fascists 

Seventh Cross, by Anna Seghers. New York: Little, 
Brown, 1942. 

HITLER'S REGIME, IF IT HAS DONE NOTHING 
else, has been responsible for a veritable flood of signifi- 
cant and not-so-significant literature, serving as inspiration for 
many novels, good and bad. Definitely among the good is 
Anna Segher's The Seventh Cross, a potent and command- 
ing mixture of realism and idealism. The novel says, in 
essence, that although man may be assailed to the very core 
of his being, yet that core itself remains uninjured and in- 
violable; and it is about this "democratic" theme that Miss 
NOVEMBER. DECEMBER • 1942 



Seghers has fashioned her brilliant story. Her directness of 
treatment coupled with her sincerity and honesty prove to be 
major reasons for the excellence of the novel and are in the 
long run more effective than the ingenuity alone which 
Rogue Male and Escape — both roughly in the same cate- 
gory — had to offer. In one respect, however, she has failed; 
her villains lack character; they possess no qualities which 
would distinguish them from the Nazi villains of second- 
rate novelists. This fault is easy to overlook, perhaps because 
we wish to; perhaps because we desire to think of every 
Nazi as the incarnation of evil. This treatment of villains 
is good wartime policy, but poor art. 

Whodunit? 

Cradled in Fear, by Anita Boutell. Boston: Dodd, Mead 
& Company. 1942. 

IF YOU DESIRE A NOVEL WHICH WILL STIMU- 
late you to anger less than Miss Segher's interpretation of 
Nazi fanaticism, but which is likely to thrill you almost as 
much, the reader may be referred to Anita Boutell's Cradled 
in Fear. It begins calmly enough, but grows increasingly 
taut and interesting. Rarely, I believe, has this technique been 
so effectively used. The plot concerns a murder and contains 
many other ingredients of an ordinary mystery story; how- 
ever, the presence of many psychological twists and ingen- 
ious detours make it difficult to place it in the crime-detec- 
tive category. Miss Boutell's heroine marries into an ancient 
family and becomes mistress of an unpleasant mansion. 
She becomes increasingly aware by painful degrees that 
something is amiss. A series of anti-climaxes is skillfully 
reached, culminating in a climactic coup for which neither 
the heroine or the reader is prepared. We must recommend 
it for its atmosphere, its sureness, and its tension. 

Wisconsin's Point 

Radio in the Classroom. By Wisconsin Research Proj- 
ect in School Broadcasting. Madison, Wisconsin: 
University of Wisconsin Press, 1942. 

This is the second review. The first, of a more 
scholarly nature, tvas too long for Tower Light's 
pages. Any wishing to examine the more extended 
account of the experiment may consult the reviewer. 

— The Editor. 

ARE radio broadcasts to the schools worth the money it 
costs to produce them.? Is the busy teacher justified in 
taking time from an already overcrowded curriculum in 
order to make use of radio lessons.? To answer questions 
such as these a group of educators at the University of 
Wisconsin, acting under a grant of funds from the General 



Education Board, five years ago began a series of exf)eri- 
ments in the effectiveness of education by radio. This little 
volume contains an account of the progress of the experi- 
ments and a statistical analysis of the findings of the project. 

The social studies experiment will serve us here as an 
example of the procedure employed and the results obtained. 
A series of broadcasts on "community living," aiming at the 
development of interests, appreciations, attitudes, and the 
acquisition of functional information concerning various 
phases of Wisconsin life, were prepared and presented over 
the air. Seven selected schools received these broadcast lessons 
each week and discussed the material under the guidance 
and leadership of their teachers. Seven comparable schools 
studied the same material utilizing any method they wished 
except the radio broadcasts. Now, granted that the groups 
were equal in every respect except for the experimental factor, 
the broadcasts, which group do you think showed the great- 
est gain in general knowledge about the community.? 

That's right, you're wrong! As far as interests, apprecia- 
tions, and information were concerned, the control groups 
(those who did not use the radio) outgained the radio 
groups, but the differences were not statistically significant. 
In attitudes the radio produced significantly greater changes. 
The appreciation and information scores of the brighter 
pupils in the radio group showed greater gains than the 
pupils with lower I. Q. scores. Similar results were obtained 
in the experiments conducted in sixth and seventh grade ge- 
ography. As a matter of fact, only in the field of music did 
the results consistently favor the radio group. On the other 
hand the questionnaires from teachers and pupils indicated 
an almost unanimous approval of, and enthusiasm for school 
broadcasts. 

How is the earnest teacher to interpret the results of this 
experimental study ? Can he ask his pupils to listen to broad- 
casts if by the use of vigorous and more conventional teaching 
methods they may obtain just as good if not better results? 
It is interesting to note what the Wisconsin experimentors 
have decided in this respect. They are going ahead with their 
program of broadcasts. How do they justify their stand? 
They point out that radio increases the number, variety, and 
intensity of children's interests. It introduces a new voice, 
a new vitality into the classroom. It lends variety and rich- 
ness to instructions, and it is an ideal medium for sharpening 
the attitudes of the pupils. 

With the conclusions of the Wisconsin experimentors your 
reviewer is in hearty concurrence. As the educator develops 
techniques for utilizing modern technological advances their 
true worth will become more and more apparent and educa- 
tion will throb with life, adventure, and the joy of living in 
a fine free world. 

— W. H. Hartley. 

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Philosophy 



Education and Society. By Smith, S., Cressmao, G., and 

Speer, R. The Dryden Press: New York, 1942. 
TpDUCATION AND SOCIETY WAS WRITTEN TO 
f J supply a need of students for information about the 
teaching profession in language unhampered by pedagogical 
verbiage. In it the authors analyze the various social and pro- 
fessional problems of the American system of education. It 
may be slightly disconcerting to the uninitiated to have it 
proved by facts and figures that education in America is 
neither free nor democratic. However, the purposes of the 
volume are "to define problems, and stimulate thought rather 
than to convince and convert." The book has significant 
value for the individual interest in the future development 
of education in America. 

— Hazel Woodward. 

Talk of the Campus 

(Continued from page 3) threesome in our own library. We 
grabbed the book first thing, and promised ourselves the 
luxury of buying our personal copy soon. 

Upon considerable inquiry, we managed to find that the 
trilogy {The 42nd Parallel, 1919, and The Big Money) 
reached a hallowed spot on the shelves through the request 
of Mr. Millar, who told us he would "like to see more books 
of this type," in fact many more musts for college students. 
And from the way he spoke, we could just see the stacks 

growing. 

• • • 

MR. MILLER GAVE US THE OPPORTUNITY RE- 
cendy to examine the glossary of slang compiled by Fresh- 
man 6, that class which combines brains and looks in ex- 
cellent proportion. We remember being approached in 
Newell Hall by two young freshmen several months ago. 
They wanted slang, and they wanted it real, and fresh, and 
meaningful. We personally tried to be as sincere as possible; 
but our good friend Lock used all his double-talking capa- 
bilities to the best of advantage, and as a result of his, and 
Senior 4's activities, the book is full of frauds, if we may be 
so blunt. And, we regret to say, where no frauds exist, very 
poor choices for slang exist. Some of them are weak, ill-used, 
and often illegitimate. For example: "capistrano — resting 
place; der. a city in California famed for being the resting 
place and a home for the swallow" (Lock), "capistrombi — 
a fortis without hair or teeth" (Lock). "Geborde — used when 
one's last name is unknown. Ex. John Geborde" (Sr. iv). 
And here's the most erratic of them all: 

"gas man — one who talks a lot." 

Said by Sr. IV. Seems to have originated by (here read 

W!t/>) Kenneth Martin, Sr. IV. 
Such mistakes are worthy of a freshman, but. never, never 
Freshman 6. 

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VOLUME XVI . NUMBER 3 



THE NEW YEAK • J 943 



INTO THE 
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AS A BOMBARDIER 




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this bomber crew. His ojfice is the "green- 
house" of transparent plastic in the nose 
of the ship. And he works there on split- 
second time. But when those "office hours" 
are over— well, just look below and watch 
him enjoying a Camel— the favorite ciga- 
rette on land, sea, and in the air. 




ALL America's living at split-second time today... from the bom- 
_ hardier at his bombsight to the men who make the bombs 

like Jerry Lorigan below. You and you... and everybody! 

So it's only natural that most everybody's smoking more these 
days. Only natural, too, that taste and throat— the "T-Zone"— are 
more important than ever to cigarette smokers now. 

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Towsoii at till? Opera ... Iliity Calling 



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TOWSON HAS ITS SHARE OF OPERA LOVERS, 
we discovered recently. From our crow's nest in the 
Lyric Theater's rather spacious balcony, we espied at least 
seven persons connected with the College, gracing the Phil- 
adelphia La Scala Opera's performance of Carmen. We saw 
Dr. West, Ken Martin, Royston Cullen, Bob Bishop, Shirley 
Kolodner, and John Bareham (escorted by Louise Davis); 
and we also recall having seen Miss Margaret Wells some- 
where in the powder room. 

• • s 

THE GROWING MOMENTUM OF RUMOR HAS 
it that those men in the Enlisted Reserve Corps 
now on inactive duty are about to hear their "numbers 
called up." The long list of reservists reported in the No- 
vember Tower Light indicates that among those who have 
taken the oath there is a preponderance of ERCS. What this 
bodes for the next semester is almost too gruesome to face. 
Perhaps, as Mr. John McCauley has put it, we will have to 
content ourselves with some lingering V-7's, a lone PFC 
in the Marine Corps, and some hapless 4-F's. Whatever else 
we may expect, we should resign ourselves to the prospect of 
facing a school where the men are on the way out. And 
make no mistake — it is the cream of the crop that will go. 
The artists and the athletes; the thinkers and the brawn; the 
subtle and the blunt; the writers and the readers. It will be 
a woman's world; and we suspect this is a condition which 

the women will not meet with delight. 

• • • 

WORDS OF REGRET ARE THE ONLY ONES WE 
can express as we receive news of Miss Doris Stang's 
departure. You will remember that Miss Stang was the TL's 
recent girl-of-the-cover; in her own passive way she man- 
aged thereby to please many people, and at the same time, 
to irritate a few others. We once had an idea that by using 
the same plate we might make her cover-girl ever so often 
for three or four years. 

• • • 

IF ANYTHING AT ALL PATRIOTIC WAS IN- 
VOLVED in Post-Office work this year. Teachers Col- 
lege certainly did its part well. We of the night shift did our 
share of representing Towson's industriousness, and as we 
came up to work at 5:30 each evening, we could always 
see a goodly number of our women students busy at work 
in the primaries (exclusive word!). 
THE NEW YEAR • 1943 



When, however, the Post-OfiBce's publicity department 
released its story of the invaluable assistance which Maryland 
college girls rendered in plugging the breach, they mentioned 
Goucher (sacred of sacreds!), Notre Dame, and several 
others; but State Teachers College had to be content with 
the conspicuousness of absence. They also serve who only 
stand and wait — for their names to be called. Perhaps it 
were just as well for us to bask in anonymity. We got out 
the mail, we drove our trucks, we sorted the primaries till 
it hurt, and, incidentaly, we received our paychecks. Suffi- 
cient unto the day . . . 

• • • 



Peeli^ Inside 



KITTY CRAGG CONTINUES TO KEEP US IN 
touch with former students training and fighting on all 
fronts for quick military victory . . . WARREN WEND- 
LER, the College's poet laureate, presents one of the few 
of his poems the TL has published ... It is called "January 
Brute" . . . Page 3 holds a poetic portrait of an erstwhile 
fighter who sees trouble and can do nothing about it . . . 
Its author is new to the columns of the TL . . . After three 
and one-half years, Kenneth Miller has left to take up work 
in the OSS . . . The editor has written an appreciation, 
which appears on page 4 . . . And next follows a group of 
reminiscences by PATRICIA WADDEY, which originally 
appeared as an English theme for Mr. Miller . . . And the 
men, and women, both have their pages . . . WENDLER 
contributes to the former layout with a ringing cry for 
higher salaries in Maryland's schools. — L. 



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Volume XVI, Number 3 



The New Ye.\r, 1943 
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Coveriiment Issne 

Flying Blind 8-Hours 
Horst Gets Commission 
More V-Mail 

THE HOLIDAYS HAVE COME AND GONE. TO 
many of us the usual spirit of Christmas did not prevail 
due to the fact of relatives, friends, and sweethearts" being 
away in the services. 

As you know, not many of our grads and ex-students here 
were home for the holidays. Our New Year's greetings were 
conveyed to them via Dr. Tansil. 

This department received a Christmas card by V-mail 
from Lieutenant Bernard Phelps, now in Hawaii. Despite his 
military activities, Bernard is having a wonderful time on 
Waikiki Beach. 

Another V-mail missive came to the TL from Bill Jett, 
who is overseas. He informs us that he cannot divulge his 
whereabouts, but that the people are French-speaking, and 
that he is very busy swatting cannibalistic mosquitoes. 

The girls of STC were all aflutter recendy when Lieuten- 
ant John Horst, general's aide, paid the College a visit. He 
is now stationed at Camp Davis, North Carolina. 

Quinton Thompson, Naval Aviation Service School, ex- 
pects to spend the winter at Jacksonville, Florida. That's 
really tough, Q. D. 

Lieutenant (j-g-) George T. Raulein, now stationed at 
Lake Forest, Illinois, is taking a special course in naval rules 
and regulations. 

Staff Sergeant Donald Gorsuch is training to be a flight 
engineer. He tells us that one of his duties is to be able to 
replace any member of the crew, including the pilot, and co- 
pilot. Quite a job! The first week of his training. Sergeant 
Gorsuch had quite an experience. "The second time I flew 
at night, we ran into a storm and found we were lost. Our 
radio was dead, and we had enough gas to last us only eight 
hours. We just flew blind for seven hours, and fifty minutes, 
at which time we came out of the storm. By this time one 
engine was already dead — out of gas. We spotted a field 
and landed. Later we found we were in New Mexico, about 
800 miles from Tucson. When we refueled, we had only a 
total of twenty gallons of gas for three engines and the moun- 
tains in that sector are 14,000 feet above sea level! I had 
enough excitement in those twelve hours to last me the rest 
of my life." 

All the boys from whom the College receives mail thank 
us time and time again for the TL's. As long as there are 
presses and paper, me lads, you shall receive a TL each 
month, we promise faithfully. — K. C. 

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Official U. S. Navy Photo 



WINGS OF GOLD: Aaron Seidler, U.S.N.R., was 
in Baltimore recently, after having completed his 
several months' training in Naval Aviation, sporting 
his braid and his Navy wings of gold. He stayed in 
town for a week or so (getting married meanwhile) 
and is now once more on active duty. Ensign Seidler 
was a three-letterman at STC, starring in basketball 
and soccer. 



January Brute 

What gross countenance blue-veined and bold 
This head of hawk both hooked and angled: great 
And riven with too-ripeness: brute with hate 
And giant with power, yet very, very old: 
Whose buckled features these: they are stone-cold 
And wane and bloat like fat and pimpled skin 
Jotted with high lust and brunted — in 
A subtle sort of way. I have been told 
That why he lies all mangled on the floor 
His beat eyes statued and wild arms outflung 
The one aspiring wallward, the other slack 
And odd sweating blood to the far door . . . 
That why his face is white and broke and stung 
With fear ... is my knife prison'd in his back. 

— Warren Wendler. 
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Picture of an Essay 

When a brave man attempts to speak 
about barbarie deeds ... and is insirtie- 
ulate because be bas lost bis poiivers 

by Netbene Hart 



THE GENERAL'S STATELY FRAME PEERED 
down quietly over the beholding of a room. Soft evening 
lights and misty recollections of the struggle on the plain. His 
uniform now washed clean of the blood and the dank-smell- 
ing sweat of the sun's plaintive parting. The left side of a 
breast etched in royal award, bepurpled front. He stood erect 
as the chesty youth, lungs filled with spring's new clean air. 
The mark of a general: leader of men: daring the foe, if 
only he would let the batde be joined. He looked down, 
quietly, over the beholding of a room. 

Let the gloom be rent. I cannot see what I once saw. I, the 
hero now returning. Mine eyes have seen the awful glory of 
the Lord. The rent garment and the ash-decked hair, sitting 
on low stools for mourning's sake. And beheld in the pressing 
night the art and the youth's courtesies. 

O flesh that is not flesh, what are we here? Chair that once 
(in pristine glory) maintained a prince, you wall — bom- 
barded by the tongues of royalty, what are we here.? Neither 
in our coming nor in our going which is a standingstill are 
we given to see. Our vision is a vision of past lightstreams in 
now's dreams. . . . When the King stretched forth his hand 
to make a man with gold-and-ribbon, I knew then where 
stood L But the ribbon is a picture flat with the flatness of 
a youth, dull with the dullness of torpor, sleeping the sleep 
of the dead. 

The dead are we, then. 

It is the General speaking. He who had seen the glory 
of the light and of the darkness, speaking now to a room 
pregnant with the fire of the vulgar word spoken by the hob- 
nailed boot at the door. What he had witnessed from his 
point of vantage is not often given to humans to see. The 
early morning knocking. The fear and the trembling, the not 
knowing when. . . . 

The blunted devil's-wrath had he seen, gun-butt swung 
with the precision of madness. And the young-in-heart fought 
(I have seen it) yet availed he not. The Old General suffered 
this (flat with the flatness). It was his now to tell to the still- 
lingering breath the men had left. A world he was in — 
twice, nay, thrice recurrent. Not the fictitious word of a 
scheming writer, nor the romance of lilting nature lover 
THE NEW YEAR • 1943 



(sans merci, she, la belle dame) in their sweet romances. For 
he had seen it. Once the brute in the green, thick forest. The 
mailed fist, imported from Spain, of stone, of bronze, of 
neo- . . . And of ice. 

Yes, even of ice. Ice and stone. Stone the heart, and suffer 
not the heart to be moved, for cold winds blow, and there 
is no warmth. For I have seen it. And now with propulsion: 
O ye ice-driven daggers, ye flaunters of the Lord. 

The painted lung contains less. Alas, for the dullness of 
painted words. Bankruptcy of canvas. Penuriousness of two 
dimensions. 



No Love 

Did I not feel the chill of your tongue's word 
In moments long passed? 
This another in callousness' rich repertoire 
Is my mind now strong for retaining old images, 
Images your breath formed when last we spoke? 
Each syllable: one sharpedged piercing of the 
Breath's mother Each thought a draught of 
Night narcotic its taste the tone and a voice's 
Keen projection 

Upon black screens flash of light When I 
Looked (in the hollow 'neath your lip) for distant 
Caresses When I waited quietly behind half- 
Open doors for girls' intimacies A crumb 
Perhaps for weak young lovers But Hunger 
Even till now 

Love with its mists bouyancy of silent feather 
Borne on soft waves never the hardness of 
Hand untouched nor ice of frost not here 
Nor pang of tongue unfed calm only the 
Ultimate peace and the calm 
Where is the word once promised? 
'Velvet terms inscribed in ink seen in the night 
And by two only No bonds to wear the wrists 
Wearied even now with their burden of 
No love — Emile. 



Teacher^s Teacher 

All appreeiatioii of Kenneth Miller (on 
leave to the war effort) by an advisee 
of his who eaiiie to !^TC with him 

bv Hersehel London 



EULOGIES WITHOUT TEARS — QUITE A SAFE 
principle for youngsters, we are told. The elders, long 
bathed in sentiment, make metaphors of parting — and call 
it death (the thought perish!). This, mind, is not the 
parting of mere friends. A relationship comes into being be- 
tween students and their teacher which surpasseth "the qual- 
ity of friendship." There are times (and this is one) when 
the bearing and the feeling is nothing short of love for one 
whose presence, felt so intensely noiv in his absence, has 
come to mean something akin to what David of old must 
have felt when he wrote for us, "O one word did he teach 
me. Yet is he my master." 

Kenneth Miller managed in his rather brief stay at Teach- 
ers College to teach much over and above that one endearing 
word. The time of his coming seems but the passed mo- 
ment. . . . 

Remember when freshman students persisted in asking 
whether or not that ruddy-cheeked fellow over there was 
a senior.? . . . Recall the glitter and lustre of the words he 
spoke and the seeming innocence which accompanied, so 
modestly, each further blush on his face.? 

We do not forget these things. Not these, nor the mind 
which a man brings before us, ready, amid casuist reluctance 
to share some of the fruit of yesterday's planting. Subtly lift- 
ing straying sheep from the dangers of the strange forest, 
provoking their minds to respond with an earthy sort of 
kick. Initiating the cub into affairs he should have been 
aware of days ago, or even years. Such things cannot be for- 
gotten. 

II . 

I REMEMBER ONE OCCASION OF NOTE WHEN 
a group of us felt, during our attempt to write a dramatic 
one-acter for presentation in English class, that it would be 
very fine if we could very boldly, and without shame, shock 
the several women present by inserting some good old- 
fashioned cussing. Still, one does not do such things alone. 
One enlists the support of the instructor. So we asked Mr. 
Miller whether it would not be permissible to go ahead with 
our attack on the mores of the time, hinting in the process 
that we were kidding all along, to be on the safe side. 

4 . 



We were quite stunned by the novelty of the response. With 
Mr. Miller there is no safe side. "Go ahead," he said, "put 
those things in. You understand them; and if the audience 
takes offense — we'll just ask them where their minds are." 
KP was as broad as the new day in his approach to matters. 
Cleancut, without bias, without tenable or untenable preju- 
dices which might jeopardize the life of a human idea, new 
or restated. What more could a person ask from one who 
was to become his "master".? 

Yet, there is more to be said. Mr. Miller is one who feels 
sensitively the quality and the force of human learnings, 
wherever and whatever. With us he often attempted (and 
with rather marked success) to point a well-lighted way to 
the classics, and the classic approach, without becoming in 
any sense long-haired, as the youngster will put it. He is a 
keen student of music and never failed to inject musical 
counterparts of the literature he was discussing into his 
lectures. 

Ill 

4ND THE STUDENTS HAVE GREAT LOVE FOR 
±\. him. Perhaps not very well articulated, but love all the 
same. The love of a young, learning mind for what would 
seem to be a learning mind just as young if not younger. 
Respect for someone who has much to give, and not just a 
swift, curt thankyougoodbye — but good words when words 
are applicable, even if the tongue never feels those words, or 
auditors never hear them. There is much the pen cannot 
write; many things the heat of a moment causes us to forget. 
It is only to be hoped that the fruitful, highly impregnated 
intellectual seedlings Mr. Miller leaves as he takes up his 
new work in the OSS will find careful and generous nour- 
ishment by those of us who are fortunate enough to have 
them in our care — which ofttimes can be fumbling, but 
which, very, very often, can be direct, and quite productive. 



\ On the next page follows a theme which was the 
last to be recommended by Mr. Miller for these col- 
umns. Be sure to read it. 

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The Trees Do Speak 



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A fresliiiisiii writer goes hark «ver the 
younger years aiifl hits on soiik^ iiretty 
universal trnisnis of yonng tliinli^ing 



WHEN I WAS SEVEN AND UNINHIBITED, I 
indulged in a different personality for every day. My 
versatile imaginations could fashion me into any sort of 
being, from a weightless sprite who thought the sunny, 
sinless thoughts of a butterfly, to a tragic creature named 
Diane whose life was but one dramatic crisis after another. 
Often I would spend the entire day in a distant land, not 
as a tourist, but as a native who knew no other place. My 
countries never resembled my impressions of real places, for 
my untrammeled imagination could make its own world. 
The only requirement was that the whole atmosphere be 
completely foreign. I would change every-day things until 
they seemed fascinating and unfamiliar, much as an ordinary 
word repeated over and over until it becomes absolutely 
meaningless. Most often I was a sturdy peasant, and I would 
make up strange Russian-sounding names for everything, 
especially food. No matter what I might be given to eat 
while under this enchantment, it would always become 
coarse and simple, like porridge and black bread, because 
these seemed appropriate for a foreigner such as I. 

On other days I lolled in the lap of luxury. Common-place 
things were bewitched into unexcelled elegance. The things 
that I ate resembled the creamy, unidentifiable things seen 
on night-club tables in the movies, and my milk glass always 
contained rare wine. 

All of these wonderful people that I could be moved dis- 
creetly behind a mask of normal speech and gestures. I would 
be very quiet and speak only when spoken to, but my mind 
would be dancing along, thinking up new things and then 
describing them in book-language. When I was pretending 
with all my might, my eyes would become wet, just as they 
do now when I am deeply interested in something I am 
writing; or whenever any sort of strong inspiration engulfs 
me. 

The only visible prop which I remember using was a 
bunch of yellow shavings which I would tuck under my cap 
to resemble long curls when I needed long hair instead of 
my unromantically short bob; but I always pretended that 
I wore them for a joke, to try to fool people. 

My whimsical turn of mind did not serve to make 
me a charming child, for I was very unconfiding and 
backward about such things. Even when I was very young, 
no power on earth could prompt me to peer innocently into 
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the eyes of my elders and lisp, "Today my name is Mary 
Ann." When I played at being a cowboy with other children, 
I would slap my hip as I galloped and whoop until my 
throat was raw . . . anything to be as convincing a cowboy 
as possible. But when I was alone behind the garage, I would 
sit quietly astride a saw horse and be a real cowboy, not a 
child playing a boisterous game. 

Growing up means refraining from walking the gutters 
even though you are wearing rubber boots, and it also 
means becoming somewhat of a casuist as well. So I began 
to fear that such imaginings would be detrimental, for indeed 
I had the bad habit of using them as a panacea for discomfort. 
I could always pull them over my head like a soft, dark 
blanket and become a complacent introvert. My frantic 
warning to myself became, "Stop dreaming! Be yourself, for 
heaven's sake!" But dwelling on this subject made me think 
for the first time about what it meant to be one's self, and I 
discovered what a difficult question that is to answer. Even if 
we could all decide just what we are, would we be satisfied 
to be it, wholly and completely? As I examine the stage of 
my mind, I am aware of many obtrusive villains lurking in 
the wings. However, they do not all have black mustaches to 
twirl. One in particular is an "old maid", in the very un- 
pleasant, old-fashioned sense of the term. She is prudish and 
stiff, and her most prominent characteristic is her lack of 
sympathy and understanding for anything human. She sub- 
stitutes smug "intelligence" for warmth and affection. When 
I am under her influence, I am exacting and often unkind, 
especially if I gain a point in an argument. 

But there is a democrat there, too, though somewhat hard 
to find. He understands the meaning of tolerance. When I 
let him rule me, I get a glimpse of what it means to possess 
a technique for living. At these rare times any pettiness seems 
without rhyme or reason. 

Sometimes I think that I am myself when I am in the 
country. It is not necessary that I be alone, but I am happiest 
that way. I can even agree with Beethoven that "every 
tree seems to speak, saying, 'Holy, Holy!'" My feeling 
seems to resolve itself into a deep sort of worship. When I 
was at camp, I spent the morning devotional period in the 
pasture, and at the time I was thinking quietly that I was 
being truant. But I found a luna moth resting on a stone, 
its large, exotic wings spread in {Continued on page 8) 



The AU-Clear for Sirens 



Anticipating the Prom 
Among tlie Ladies . • 



• !^een and Heard 
^o Parli^ing . . • 



Exclusive Intervieiiv ivitli tlie Wriglits 



PEOPLE MAY BE TALKING ABOUT LOTS OF 
things, but when it comes to real excitement, listen to 
what they're saying about the Junior-Senior Prom. Umhmm! 
The Townsmen, and it's to be over in the Dorm. With a 
smooth new decorating theme. From what we've heard there 
will be plenty of uniforms on hand and so far as we've seen, 
half the girls are wearmg blue and black dresses, so if you 
want to be different, you'd better try some other color 
scheme. See you in Newell Hall on January 29th. 
P. S.— We did! 



AND WHAT WE HAVE MANAGED TO SEE 
J\ AROUND: 

Janet Clautice's brown-checked dress with embroidered 
arrows on the pockets. 

Mary Jones' beaded belt from Colorado. 

Lots more engagement rings: Adah Lee Owings, Shirley 
Kolodner, Rose Dalton. 

A new bride: Georgette Eckhardt, who is now Mrs. Harry 
Eck. 

And another bride: Katherine Decker, now Mrs. Gene 
Hunt. 

Dr. Hartley's hand-made cable-knit socks. 

Dr. E. Foster Dowell's well-chosen collection of neckties. 

Shirley Hackerman's collection of good-looking sports 
clothes. 

• * • 



J 



UST LISTEN TO WHAT THEY ARE TALKING 
ABOUT: 



How a certain senior class is playing nursemaid to the 
new gym . . . Betty White getting "knit-witty" over the Air 
corps . . . How many pairs of socks does that make now, 
Betty.? . . . Term papers . . . Burning the midnight oil 
trying to solve the world's problems a la Shuman . . . Mary 
Hipsley as "Killer" at the Hopkins Playshop . . . Kitty 
Cragg's numerous Christmas presents (and we aren't 
"horney" in) . . . All the Seniors who had left for teaching 
positions and who returned in January for their diplomas . . . 
Mary Pue, for instance, and Billie Smith, Toodles Waters, 
Ruth Hackett and Dorothy Trout . . . How some lucky 
people are doing their little bit by entertaining service men 
for dinner or going to the local USO dances ... A special 
6 




NO PARKING: 

Ginny Rost and Alice 
Blac/{ision ta^e up 
their positions near a 
very convenient sign. 
We haven't the 
slightest idea what 
they are driving at; 
in this day of little or 
no automobile travel- 
ling there must be a 
deeper meaning in- 
volved. 



Senior Day, with the near departing wearing their caps and 
gowns for a whole day . . . What the girls are going to do 
when all those men students leave for various branches of 
the service. 



HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE A TWIN.? DID YOU 
ever wonder? We did. So we interviewed one-half of 
the Wright twins, who are exceptions to the usual dissimilar- 
ity in twins. 

Curious people always want to know, she told us: 
How do you pick your clothes.? How do you decide what 
to wear in the morning? Do you have the same interests? 
And, most important, do you ever get mixed up on dates? 
And here it is, clear, and authoritative: 

"We always like about the same things, and just seem to 
agree what to put on on a certain day. The most fun that 
we ever had was when Ann had a date' with a certain fellow, 
and I (Jule) decided to take her place to see if he'd know 
the 'diff.' He never did catch on, and since the joke was too 
good to keep to myself, I had to break down and tell him. 
The idea of two people looking so much alike was very per- 
plexing to the first grade over in the Campus School. They 
wanted to know: 'Are you two married?', and 'Are your 
fathers brothers?' " 

THE TOWER LIGHT 



I 



Speeeh of the Deeimated 

Harris Makes It All the Same ... Martin at 
the Post Office ... Tliat loii;^ hist Coni|ihiitit 

Ediieti by If arold Katz 



N 



OW THAT THE TUMULT AND THE SHOUT- 
ing has died over the selection of the cover girl for 
last month's TL, it may not be very timely to consider the 
many opinions voiced on the matter. Nevertheless, the con- 
concensus in the Men's Room seems to be that the cover will 
do until the next issue of the Sears Roebuck catalog comes 
along. 

• • * 

OUR SELECTION FOR CHARACTER OF THE 
month is Micky Sharrow, otherwise known as the 
"hard man." Sharrow is the conservation type, shying away 
from excessive drapes and peg pants. Nevertheless, a few of 
us were fortunate enough to see him in a broken-down Dobb 
hat which immediately rated him as the sharpest thing on 
the campus. Micky has enlisted in the Marine Corps Re- 
serve, and we're sure that, wearing the hat and a huge Wind- 
sor knot, he will strike horror into every Jap's heart. 

• • * 

OCCASIONALLY A TIMELY ISSUE ARISES AT 
the College, and now that the election of Paul Harris 
as president of the SGA has been consummated, just such 
an issue may be brought to light. The election of student offi- 
cers has always ben considered strictly a student affair, once 
all administrative regulations have been complied with. There 
is one faculty member, however, who evidently does not see 
things that way. Because of a little something that came up 
in this instructor's class, she took occasion at a strategic 
moment in the campaign to advise two sections against the 
election of Mr. Harris. One of the sections was made up 
entirely of freshmen, and without reflecting upon the ability 
of this group to reach decisions for themselves, they were un- 
doubtedly influenced in the matter by the "advisor's" cer- 
'ainly undemocratic attitude. 

• ■*• • 

SEVERAL MALE MEMBERS OF THE STUDENT 
body spent part of their Christmas vacation together. 
They did their patriotic bit for Uncle Sam by working at 
the Post-Office. Of course, the financial end had nothing to 
do with it; it is solely a matter of helping out. 

Among the heroic souls so employed was Ken Martin. The 
first night Ken reported for work he got all the way down 
to the Post-OiBce, when he discovered he had left his cre- 
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dentials back in Towson. Ken went all the way home, came 
back to work. 

When he finally finished work at 3 A. M., he could get 
a car which went only as far as Govans Loop. We under- 
stand he walked the rest of the way. 



Weiifller's Complaint 

(The following chart shows the median salaries of ele- 
mentary school teachers of various cities in 1940-1941): 

New York City $3,344 

Yonkers, N. Y 3 244 

Milwaukee, Wis 2.459 

St. Louis, Mo 2 700 

Cincinnati, Ohio 2,592 

Newark, N. J 3,012 

Detroit, Mich 2,423 

San Francisco. Calif. 2,720 

Denver, Colo 2 775 

BALITMORE, MD l,'920 

— Monthly Labor Review, 

June, 1941. 
• ■*• • 



THE ROMANCE OF LIVING IN AN ATTIC IS NO 
longer restricted to painters and musicians, nor the 
pleasure of starving one's self for one's ideals confined to a 
select group. Maryland's teachers are now being persuaded 
to accept these privileges, for they have ascended to that 
status in which ideals are the bread and the fruit, and certifi- 
cates of gratitude the sustenance. Should we complain.? Is 
there not compensation in the conviction that our efforts will 
be responsible (idealistically speaking) for a future realiza- 
tion that tomorrow will be in part of our doing, and its suc- 
cess, in some measure, of our creation.? There is compen- 
sation, yes, and the reward is far from being negligible; 
however, realizations are not pork chops, nor convictions 
bread and butter; and during the siege of the ration boards, 
a ham sandwich would have been more kindly regarded and 
more readily